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"  How  did  I  weep  in  Thy  hymns  and  canticles,  touched 
to  the  quick  by  the  voices  of  Thy  sweet  attuned  church  ! 
The  voices  flowed  into  my  ears,  and  the  truth  distilled 
into  my  heart,  whence  the  affections  of  my  devotion  over- 
flowed, and  tears  ran  down  and  happy  was  I  therein. 
.  .  .  .  the  brethren  zealously  joining  with  harmony 
of  voice  and  hearts." 

Augustine,  a.  d.  390. 


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PSALMS,   HYMNS, 


spiritual  so  JIGS 


DESIGNED  FOR 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP  AND  PRIVATE  DEVOTION, 


WITH    NOTES    ON    THE    ORIGIN    OF    HYMNS. 


BY   HIM  THEREFORE  LET  US  OFFER   THE  SACRIFICE  OF 
PRAISE  CONTINUALLY."— HEBREWS    XIII.  15. 


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NEW    YORK: 
CHARLES   SCRIBNER   AND    COMPANY. 

MDCCCLXIX. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1869,  by 

Charles  Scribner  and  Company, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


RIVERSIDE,    CAMBRIDGE: 
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TABLE   OF   CONTENTS. 


PAGE. 

Preface       .     ' ix 

The  Ten  Commandments     ......  xiv 

The  Lord's  Prayer xv 

The  Apostles'  Creed xvi 

The  Nicene  Creed xvii 

The  Prayer xviii 

HYMNS. 

The  Holy  Trinity 1-8 

God. 

Praise 9-27,  81,  82 

His  Attributes 28-41 

His  Providence 42-70 

Our  Refuge 71-80 

Jesus  Christ. 

The  Advent 83-91 

His  Life 92-98 

The  Sufferings  and  Death 99-Ic,5 

The  Resurrection  and  Ascension      ....  106-115 

Intercession  and  Reign  of  Christ         ....  1 16-126 

The  Light  of  the  World 127-130 

Our  Guide  and  Shepherd 131-133 

Our  Friend  and  Refuge 134-153 

Love  to  Christ 154-174 

The  Holy  Spirit 175-188 

Hymns  of  Worship. 

The  Sanctuary      . 189-197 

The  Scriptures 198-209 

The  Sabbath 210-225,  270,  271 

Opening  of  Service   .         .        .         ...        .         .  226-237 

Close  of  Service 238-245 

Morning 246-252 

v 


Contents. 

HYMNS. 

Evening 253-266,  545 

Midnight .         .  267-269 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

Man's  Lost  Estate 272-277 

The  Atoning  Sacrifice 278-287 

Through  Grace 288-296 

Invitations           ........  297-310 

Warnings 311-318 

Repentance         3I9~34I 

Faith 342_350 

The  Holy  Choice 351-364 

The  Christian  Life. 

Its  Blessedness 365-369 

Consecration 370-380 

Prayer    381-392 

Communion  with  God       ......  393-399 

Christian  Fellowship 400-407 

Almsgiving 408-410 

Christian  Activity 411-417 

Holy  Aspiration 418-431 

Afflictions 432-446 

Sickness 447-450 

Resignation 451-463 

A  Pilgrimage 464-473 

A  Warfare 474-478 

The  Church  of  Christ. 

The  Church 479~488 

Dedication 489, 490 

The  Ministry 491-494 

Holy  Matrimony 495 

Baptism 496-502 

The  Lord's  Supper 503-519 

Missions 520-536 

Occasional. 

Our  Country 537~540 

War 541 

Seasons          542-544 

Thanksgiving 546-549 

Fasting  and  Pestilence 55o~554 

The  Sea 555 

vi 


Contents. 

Human  Life.  hymns. 

Life 556-561 

Last  Hours 562-571 

Death             572~579 

Resurrection 580-582 

Christ's  Second  Coming 583-585 

Judgment 586-595 

Heaven 596-616 

PAGES. 

DOXOLOGIES .           .           .  487-49O 

Appendix 491-524 

Notes  on  the  Origin  of  Hymns        ....  491-521 

Notes  on  the  Creeds  and  the  Apostolic  Age      .        .  522-524 

Index  of  First  Lines 525-541 


PREFACE. 


In  preparing  the  present  Selection  of  Hymns,  those 
passages  of  Scripture  have  been  kept  in  view  which  teach 
that  the  object  of  praise  is  to  glorify  God,  Psalm  1.  23  ; 
that  the  understanding  and  the  spirit  are  to  be  exercised 
in  worship,  1  Cor.  xiv.  15  ;  and  that  Christians  should 
teach  and  admonish  one  another  in  Psalms  and  Hymns 
and  Spiritual  Songs,  Col.    iii.  16. 

Many  hymns  which  answer  these  ends,  like  many  of 
the  inspired  Psalms,  record  the  experience  of  the  individ- 
ual, and  reach  the  congregation  through  expressions  of 
individual  penitence,  faith,  humility,  zeal,  love,  hope,  and 
joy.  They,  not  infrequently,  bear  the  evidence  of  having 
been  written  during  periods  of  great  spiritual  activity,  and 
at  those  times  when  the  soul,  pervaded  by  holy  influences, 
made  its  nearest  approaches  to  God.  Such  hymns,  the  off- 
spring and  the  parent  of  revival,  are  naturally  sought  when 
the  souls  of  Christians  rise  toward  those  heights  which 
were  ascended  by  the  writers,  and  they  have  ever  been, 
and  must  continue  to  be,  the  powerful  support  and  com- 
fort of  the  suffering  and  the  dying.  No  stronger  argu- 
ment, however,  can  be  found  in  favor  of  subjective  hymns 


Preface. 

than  that  derived  from  the  fact  that  nearly  one  half  of  the 
inspired  Psalms  relate  more  or  less  to  individual  expe- 
rience. 

The  opinion  has  become  somewhat  general  that  a  great 
improvement  may  be  made  in  our  Hymn  Books  by  omit- 
ting the  less  effective  hymns,  and  by  concentrating  atten- 
tion upon  a  smaller  number  of  the  more  potent.  The 
present  Selection  is  intended  as  an  effort  in  that  direction. 
Some  hymns  have  been  retained  that  may  be  subject  to 
criticism,  but  their  merits  are  deemed  such  as  to  defy 
ordinary  rules.  It  is  believed  that  no  late  compilation  is 
more  rigidly  confined  to  the  productions  of  such  writers 
as  Watts,  Doddridge,  Toplady,  Wesley,  Lyte,  Cowper,  and 
Heber,  and  perhaps  none  embraces  so  small  a  propor- 
tion by  unknown  authors.  The  pith  and  substance  of 
what  is  omitted,  it  is  believed,  will  generally  be  found 
aptly  expressed  in  that  which  is  retained.  The  total 
number,  616,  is  no  larger  than  may  be  perfectly  familiar 
to  the  pastor,  and  the  arrangement  under  topics,  follow- 
ing each  other  by  a  natural  sequence,  is  such  as  to  super- 
sede the  necessity  for  copious  indexes.  The  music 
adapted  to  many  written  in  unusual  metres,  is  to  be 
found  in  English  and  American  collections,  and  all  are 
suited  either  for  singing  or  for  chanting.  It  has  been 
deemed  best  not  to  encumber  this  volume  with  the  chants 
and  music  designed  for  this  collection,  but  to  publish  them 
separately  hereafter. 

Undesirable  as  it  would  be  to  present  every  hymn  in 
full  length  as  originally  written,  yet  it  is  frequently  the 
case  that  our  finest  lyrics  have  been  too  much  reduced, 


Preface. 

being  shorn  of  their  power,  and  made,  by  various  trans- 
positions and  mutilations,  to  contravene  the  principle  that 
we  should  sing  both  with  the  understanding  and  the  heart. 
It  has  been  said  that  "  a  complete  hymn  should  consist 
of  a  central  creative  thought  shaping  for  itself  melodious 
utterance,  and  with  every  detail  subordinated  to  its  clear 
and  harmonious  presentation."  It  is  impossible,  there- 
fore, to  abstract  verses  from  such  lyrics  without  injury. 
The  fuller  and  more  complete  hymn  in  the  glowing  lan- 
guage in  which  it  was  originally  written  will  often  touch 
the  heart,  when  a  meagre  selection  from  its  contents, 
without  our  being  at  the  time  aware  of  the  cause,  pos- 
sesses no  such  power. 

From  a  critical  examination  of  hymns  it  appears  also 
that  they  have  frequently  been  altered,  in  consequence  of 
an  apprehension  that  the  expression  of  what  Mr.  Gladstone 
has  called  "  half  truths,"  might  lead  to  the  spread  of  error. 
But  this  apprehension  is  believed  to  be  groundless,  in 
most  cases,  since  no  book  so  abounds  in  the  bold,  un- 
qualified utterance  of  the  various  aspects  of  truth  as  the 
Bible.  Many  lines  have  therefore  been  reinstated  in  this 
Collection,  which  appear  to  have  been  omitted  or  to  have 
been  altered  from  this  cause.  The  original  text  and  many 
important  verses  have  been  restored  which  seem  to  have 
been  shut  out  from  some  late  collections,  in  order  to 
accommodate  the  music  or  the  page. 

All  late  compilations  impress  the  fact  upon  us  that  in 
many  of  our  churches  too  little  use  has  been  made  of  the 
doxologies  and  chants,  which,  like  the  "  Gloria  in  Excel- 
sis,"  and  the  "  Te  Deum,"  embody  doctrines  of  the  church, 


Preface, 

especially  the  doctrine  of  the  Trinity.  The  latest  publica- 
tion by  authority  of  the  General  Assembly  of  the  Presby- 
terian Church,  embraces  eighty-one  chants,  whilst  their 
previous  compilation  did  not  contain  any.  The  Psalms 
and  the  Epistles  abound  in  these  doxologies,  and  the 
glimpse  of  the  world  of  light  exhibited  in  Revelations  v. 
n,  13,  shows  that  such  ascriptions  of  praise  are  to  be 
gloriously  perpetuated  there. 

It  is  a  significant  fact  that  the  structure  of  the  inspired 
Psalms  shows  a  design  to  assist  the  memory.  The  rhythm 
of  our  hymns  partially  accomplishes  the  same  result. 
Great  spiritual  benefit  may  be  derived  from  committing 
hymns  to  memory,  as  they  contain  a  brief  summary  of 
doctrine  expressed  in  a  powerful  and  attractive  form. 
The  practice  was  common  in  a  past  age.  It  tended,  not 
only  to  increase  the  faith  of  our  fathers,  but  also  to  pro- 
mote that  kind  of  congregational  singing  which  has  de- 
clined during  periods  of  apathy  in  the  church,  and  has 
again  prevailed  with  each  awakening  to  newness  of  spir- 
itual life.  It  is  believed  that  the  children  of  our  Sabbath- 
schools  would  profit  exceedingly  by  committing  to  mem- 
ory many  of  our  stronger  hymns,  and  that  such  would 
prove  themselves  in  the  end  more  interesting  than  that 
extremely  light  kind  of  verse  common  in  some  of  the 
Sunday-school  compilations. 

Long  cherished  hymns  become  an  invaluable  source  of 
comfort,  especially  to  those  who  are  deprived  of  church 
privileges  and  who  are  called,  late  in  life,  to  suffer  during 
periods  of  protracted  illness.  Such  of  the  longer  lyrics  as 
"  The  God  of  Abraham  praise,"  and  "  Your  harps,  ye 


Preface. 

trembling   saints,"    afford   delightful   comfort,  and   often 
sweetly  illustrate  the  poet's  declaration,  — 

"  Old  tunes  are  precious  to  me  as  old  paths 
In  which  I  wandered  when  a  happy  boy. 
In  truth  they  are  the  old  paths  of  the  soul, 
Oft  trod,  well  worn,  familiar,  up  to  God." 

Finally,  the  compilers  feel  deeply  sensible  of  the  imper- 
fection of  these  labors  and  of  their  insufficiency  for  this 
great  work,  but  they  remember  with  gratitude  to  God,  that 
success  does  not  depend  on  human  sufficiency  but  upon  the 
aid  of  that  gracious  Helper  on  whom  they  have  constantly 
relied,  and  unto  whom  they  would  ascribe  all  praise. 

New  York,  November,  1869. 


This  Collection  of  Hymns  was  made  by  a  Committee  of 
the  Session  of  the  Brick  Presbyterian  Church  in  the  city 
of  New  York.  The  plan  of  the  work  and  the  manner  of 
its  execution  have  met  the  approval  of  clergymen  and 
laymen  of  other  churches. 


THE  TEN   COMMANDMENTS. 


f"    AM  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought  thee  out 
■*■     of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the  house  of  bondage. 

I.  Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

II.  Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image, 
or  any  likeness  of  anything  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or 
that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under 
the  earth :  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor 
serve  them  :  for  I  the  Lord  thy  God  am  a  jealous  God, 
visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon  the  children  unto 
the  third  and  fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  me  ; 
and  showing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love  me 
and  keep  my  commandments. 

III.  Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord  thy  God 
in  vain,  for  the  Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh 
his  name  in  vain. 

IV.  Remember  the  Sabbath  day  to  keep  it  holy ;  six 
days  shalt  thou  labor,  and  do  all  thy  work  ;  but  the 
seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God  ;  in  it 
thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy 
daughter,  thy  man-servant,  nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor  thy 
cattle,  nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates  :  for  in  six 
days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all 
that  in  them  is,  and  rested  the  seventh  day ;  Wherefore 
the  Lord  blessed  the  Sabbath  day,  and  hallowed  it. 

V.  Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother,  that  thy  days  may 
be  long  upon  the  land  which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth 
thee. 


The  Lord's  Prayer, 

VI.  Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII.  Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII.  Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX.  Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neigh- 
bor. 

X.  Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt 
not  covet  thy  neighbor's  wife,  nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his 
maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor  anything  that  is 
thy  neighbor's. 


/^VUR  Father,  which  art  in  Heaven, 
^-^     Hallowed  by  Thy  Name, 

Thy  kingdom  come, 

Thy  will  be  done, 
In  Earth,  as  it  is  in  Heaven. 

ii. 

Give  us  this  day 

Our  daily  bread, 
And  forgive  us  our  debts, 
as  we  forgive  our  debtors, 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation, 

But  deliver  us  from  evil  ; 
For  thine  is  the  kingdom, 
And  the  power,  and  the  glory,  forever.     Amen. 

&fter  tl)is  mamtsr  therefor*  flras  ffie. 


The  Apostles    Creed, 


THE   APOSTLES'   CREED. 


T   BELIEVE  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of 
"*-     heaven  and  earth  : 

And  in  Jesus  Christ  His  only  Son  our  Lord  ;  Who  was 
conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  Born  of  the  Virgin  Mary, 
Suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  Was  crucified,  dead,  and 
buried ;  He  descended  into  hell ;  The  third  day  He  rose 
again  from  the  dead  •  He  ascended  into  heaven,  And 
sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father  Almighty ; 
From  thence  He  shall  come  to  judge  the  quick  and  the 
dead. 

I  believe  in  the  Holy  Ghost ;  The  holy  Catholic  Church, 
The  Communion  of  Saints  ;  The  Forgiveness  of  sins ;  The 
Resurrection  of  the  body  ;  And  the  Life  everlasting. 

Amen. 


xvi 


The  Nicene  Creed. 


THE  NICENE   CREED. 


1 1  TE  believe  in  one  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker 
*  *       of  heaven  and  earth,  And  of  all  things  visible  and 
invisible : 

And  in  one  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  the  only-begotten  Son  of 
God,  Begotten  of  His  Father  before  all  worlds  ;  God  of 
God,  Light  of  Light,  very  God  of  very  God,  Begotten,  not 
made,  Being  of  one  substance  with  the  Father  ;  By  whom 
all  things  were  made  ;  Who,  for  us  men,  and  for  our  sal- 
vation, came  down  from  heaven,  And  was  incarnate  by  the 
Holy  Ghost  of  the  Virgin  Mary,  And  was  made  man,  And 
was  crucified  also  for  us  under  Pontius  Pilate.  He  suf- 
fered and  was  buried ;  And  the  third  day  He  rose  again, 
according  to  the  Scriptures  ;  And  ascended  into  heaven, 
And  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  the  Father.  And  He 
shall  come  again  with  glory  to  judge  both  the  quick  and 
the  dead ;  Whose  kingdom  shall  have  no  end. 

And  in  the  Holy  Ghost,  the  Lord  and  Giver  of  Life, 
Who  proceedeth  from  the  Father  and  the  Son,  Who  with 
the  Father  and  the  Son  together  is  worshipped  and  glori- 
fied, Who  spake  by  the  Prophets.  And  we  believe  one 
Catholic  and  Apostolic  Church ;  we  acknowledge  one 
Baptism  for  the  remission  of  sins ;  And  we  look  for  the 
Resurrection  of  the  dead,  And  the  Life  of  the  world  to 
come.     Amen. 


The  Prayer, 


THE   PRAYER. 


f~\  GOD,  Father  of  all,  by  whose  holy  word  we  learn 
***  that  who  so  offereth  praise  glorifieth  Thee  and  by 
whose  gracious  gift  alone  Thy  faithful  people  are  enabled 
to  worship  in  spirit  and  in  truth  ;  grant  that  in  lowliness 
of  mind  and  with  penitence  and  faith,  we  may  evermore 
worship  Thee  in  our  sacrifice  of  praise,  to  the  glory  of 
Thy  Name  and  the  comfort  of  our  souls  : 

O  Christ,  Son  of  the  Father,  who  by  Thine  own  exam- 
ple in  the  flesh,  hast  given  us  holy  warrant  for  the  singing 
of  hymns,  and  in  whose  name  we  ask  for  all  things  ;  let 
Thy  Word  dwell  richly  in  us  in  all  wisdom,  so  that  teach- 
ing and  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalms  and  Hymns 
and  Spiritual  Songs,  we  may  sing  with  grace  in  our  hearts 
unto  the  Lord : 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Divine  Comforter,  who  hast  enriched 
Thy  servants  with  knowledge  and  utterance ;  grant  that 
we,  who  now  devoutly  read  and  sing  that  which  they  have 
consecrated  to  Thy  glory  with  prayers  and  tears,  may  also 
be  made  partakers  of  their  spirit,  communing  with  Thy 
church  universal  and  with  Thee,  through  the  merits  of 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  Redeemer.     Amen. 


THE 


SACRIFICE   OF   PRAISE. 


TJ  OLY,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty ! 
■*■  ■*■     Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  Thee ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy !  Merciful  and  Mighty  ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the  glassy 
sea, 

Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  though  the  darkness  hide  Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may  not  see, 

Only  Thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  Thee 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name  in  earth  and 
sky  and  sea ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Merciful  and  Mighty  ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

Bishop  Heber,  1827. 


2,  3]  The  Holy  Trinity. 


L.    M. 
2  "D RAISES  to  Him  whose  love  has  given, 
"*■      In  Christ,  His  Son,  the  Light  of  Heaven  \ 
Who  for  our  darkness  gives  us  light, 
And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 

2  Praises  to  Him,  in  grace  who  came, 
To  bear  our  woe,  and  sin,  and  shame  ; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Praises  to  Him  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  its  captives  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

4  Praises  to  Him  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  God  ; 
The  Spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
Fountain  of  joy  and  holiness  ! 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  now 

The  hands  we  lift,  the  knees  we  bow ; 
To  Thee,  Jehovah,  thus  we  raise 
The  sinner's  endless  song  of  praise. 

H.  Bonar,  1856. 


6s  &  4s. 
3  /^OME,  Thou  Almighty  King! 
^^  Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise. 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 


4 


The  Holy   Trinity.  [3,  4 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ; 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defense  be  made ; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed  ; 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word  ! 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend. 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour. 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore ! 

C.  Wesley,  1757. 

H.  M. 
T   GIVE  immortal  praise 
■*■   To  God  the  Father's  love, 
3 


4,  5]  The  Holy  Trinity. 

For  all  my  comforts  here 

And  better  hopes  above ; 
He  sent  His  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  His  blood 

From  everlasting  woe ; 
And  now  He  lives,  and  now  He  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  His  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  ; 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 

Be  endless  honors  done  ; 
The  undivided  Three, 

And  the  mysterious  One  ! 
Where  reason  fails  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


L.   M. 
Tj^ATHER  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound 
■*-      A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

Almighty  Son  !  incarnate  Word  ! 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
4 


The  Holy   Trinity.  [5,  6 

Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  !  Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! 
Mysterious  Godhead  !  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend  ! 

CotteriWs  Set.,  1810-19. 


8s  &  7s,  double. 

6  "FEATHER,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 
,      With  an  everlasting  love  ! 
Saviour,  who  the  bar  removest 
From  the  holy  home  above  ! 
Spirit,  daily  meetness  bringing 
For  the  glory  there  upstored  ! 
List  to  Thy  glad  people  singing, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!" 

2  In  this  strain  what  fullness  dwelleth  ; 

How  it  makes  the  Godhead  known  ! 
Of  Thy  deepest  deep  it  telleth, 

Everlasting  Three  in  One  ! 
Fullest  praise  Thy  saints  thus  bring  Thee, 

Meetliest  thus  art  Thou  adored  ; 
This  the  song  they  ever  sing  Thee, 

"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 

3  Lord !  with  sin-bound  souls  Thou  bearest, 

Struggling  towards  this  strain  divine  ; 
5 


6,  7]  The  Holy  Trinity. 

Glad  on  mortal  lips  Thou  hearest 

That  thrice-awful  name  of  Thine. 
But  Thou  listenest,  O  how  sweetly ! 

When  from  holy  lips  outpoured, 
Rings  through  Heaven  this  strain  full  meetly, 

"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 

4  Shall  we,  Lord,  meet  voices  never 

Bring  to  that  eternal  hymn  ? 

Hallow  us  to  help  the  endeavor 

Of  Thy  pure-lipped  Seraphim  ! 
Hark  !  their  own  high  strain  we  bring  Thee  ; 

Listen  to  the  full  accord  ! 
Sweet  the  song  we  ever  sing  Thee, 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  i860. 

Gloria  in  Excelsis.1 
7  /^LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 

^~*   And  in  earth  peace,  good  will  towards  men. 
We  praise  Thee,  we  bless  Thee,  we  worship  Thee, 
We  glorify  Thee,  we  give  thanks  to  Thee,  for  Thy 
great  glory, 
O  Lord  God,  heavenly  King, 
God  the  Father  Almighty. 

O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  Jesus  Christ, 
O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  God,  Son  of  the  Father, 

That  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
Have  mercy  upon  us. 

Thou  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
Have  mercy  upon  us. 

1  "This  great  doxology  is  of  very  early  origin.  It  has  been  attributed  to  Tele- 
siphorus  (a.  d.  140).  Some  think  that  in  it  they  discover  the  Hymn  alluded  to  by 
Pliny  in  his  celebrated  letter  to  the  Emperor  Trajan  (a.  d.  100).  '  These  Christians 
assemble  before  sunrise  to  sing  praises  to  Christ  as  to  God,'  "  etc. 

6 


8 


The  Holy  Trinity.  [7,  8 

Thou  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 

Receive  our  prayer. 
Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  Father, 

Have  mercy  upon  us. 

For  Thou  only  art  holy ; 

Thou  only  art  the  Lord ; 
Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Art  most  high  in  the  glory  of  God  the  Father. 

Amen. 


Te  Deum  Laudamus. 
"YXTE  praise  Thee,  O  God ;  we  acknowledge  Thee 

*  *  to  be  the  Lord. 

All  the  earth   doth  worship  Thee,  the  Father  ever- 
lasting. 
To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud;   the  heavens  and  all 

the  powers  therein. 
To  Thee,  cherubim  and  seraphim  continually  do  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  majesty  of  Thy 
glory. 
The  glorious  company  of  the  apostles  praise  Thee ! 
The  goodly  fellowship  of  the  prophets  praise  Thee ! 
The  noble  army  of  martyrs  praise  Thee  ! 
The   holy  church  throughout  all  the  world,  doth  ac- 
knowledge Thee, 
The  Father,  of  an  infinite  majesty ; 
Thine  adorable,  true,  and  only  Son';  also  the  Holy 
Ghost,  the  Comforter. 
Thou  art  the  King  of  glory,  O  Christ, 
Thou  art  the  everlasting  Son  of  the  Father. 
When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  deliver  man, 
Thou  didst  humble  Thyself  to  be  born  of  a  virgin. 
7 


8]  The  Holy  Trinity. 

When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  sharpness  of  death, 
Thou   didst   open  the   kingdom  of  heaven  to  all 

believers. 
Thou  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God  in  the  glory 

of  the  Father. 
We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come  to  be  our  Judge. 
We  therefore  pray  Thee  help  Thy  servants  whom  Thou 

hast  redeemed  with  Thy  precious  blood ; 
Make   them   to   be  numbered  with  Thy  saints  in   glory 

everlasting. 
O  Lord,  save  Thy  people,  and  bless  Thine  heritage ; 
Govern  them  and  lift  them  up  forever. 
Day  by  day  we  magnify  Thee  ; 
And  we  worship  Thy  name  ever  world  without  end. 
Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  day  without  sin. 
O  Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us  ;  have  mercy  upon  us. 
O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  be  upon  us,  as  our  trust  is  in  Thee. 
O  Lord,  in  Thee  have  I  trusted ;  let  me  never  be  con- 
founded.    Amen.1 

Gloria  Patri.2 

GLORY  be  to  the  Father,   and  to  the   Son  : 
and  to  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  ever  shall  be : 
world  without  end.     Amen. 

1  "  Fragments  of  the  '  Te  Deum '  may  have  floated  Westward  from  Constanti- 
nople, just  as  the  spirit  of  the  early  Greek  hymns  was  breathed  from  Jerusalem  ;  but 
there  can  be  little  doubt  that  in  its  final  form  this  magnificent  anthem  first  awakened 
the  echoes  of  Ambrose's  own  Cathedral  at  Milan  (a.  d.  390),  where  a  raptured  list- 
ener was  Augustine,  and  by  the  Bishop  of  Hippo  it  was  borne  over  to  Africa.  The 
strain,  so  devout  and  stately,  ran  round  the  Mediterranean  shore  and  became  a  met- 
rical creed  to  Christendom,  as  well  as  a  daily  prayer." — (Dr.  James  Hamilton,  of 
the  Presbyterian  Church,  London.)    Others  date  it  from  the  5th  or  6th  century. 

2  This  doxology  was  employed  by  Clement,  by  Irenasus,  and  others,  during  the  first 
two  centuries  of  the  Christian  era.  It  is  said  that  the  words  "  as  it  was  in  the  begin- 
ning," etc.,  were  added  by  the  Council  of  Nicaea  (a.  d.  325),  as  a  protest  against 
Arianism.  In  the  West  it  was  recited  after  every  Psalm,  but  at  the  end  of  the  last 
only  in  the  East.  —  Walcott,  Sacred  A  rchceology,  186S. 

8 


God.  [9 


6,  6,  &  8,  4. 
9  HP  HE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
•*■    Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  Love  ! 
Jehovah !  Great  I  Am ! 
By  earth  and  Heaven  confest  \ 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 

Forever  blest ! 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise  ! 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  His  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 
Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power, 
And  Him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  Shield  and  Tower. 

3  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn  ; 
I  on  His  oath  depend ; 

I  shall,  on  eagle's  wings  upborne, 
To  Heaven  ascend  ; 
I  shall  behold  His  face, 
I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 
For  evermore. 

4  Though  nature's  strength  decay, 
And  earth  and  hell  withstand, 

To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way 
At  His  command  : 
The  watery  deep  I  pass 
With  Jesus  in  my  view, 
9 


9,  io]  God, 

And  through  the  howling  wilderness 
My  way  pursue. 

5  The  goodly  land  I  see, 
With  peace  and  plenty  blest, 

A  land  of  sacred  liberty, 
And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 
And  oil  and  wine  abound, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 
With  Mercy  crowned. 

6  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 
The  Lord  our  Righteousness, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
On  Sion's  sacred  height 
His  kingdom  still  maintains, 
And,  glorious  with  His  saints  in  light, 
Forever  reigns ! 

7  The  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 
The  great  Archangels  sing, 

And,  "  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  cry, 
"  Almighty  King ! 
Who  was,  and  is,  the  same, 
And  evermore  shall  be  ! 
Jehovah  !  Father !  Great  I  Am  ! 
We  worship  Thee  ! " 

Thomas  Olivers,  1 770. 

Psalm  C.    L.  M 
10    A  LL  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
*^*"   Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice, 
Him  serve  with  mirth,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 


Praise.  [10,  n 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed, 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make  ; 
We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep,  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 

Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  ; 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  Because  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Attributed  to  William  Kethe,  who  was  an  exile  with 
Knox  at  Geneva,  1561. 


Psalm  C.    L.  M. 
11  "D  EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
■       Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  \ 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
11 


1 1— 13]  God. 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world,  is  Thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity,  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock,  Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


L.  M. 

12  HPHEE  we  adore,  eternal  Lord  ! 

■*-     We  praise  Thy  name  with  one  accord ; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  Thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  Thee. 

2  To  Thee  aloud  all  angels  cry, 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  on  high  : 
Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King, 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  ever  sing. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng  \ 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song ; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  Thy  praise. 

4  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee  ! 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  for  evermore  ! 

Thomas  Cotterill,  1 8 19. 


Psalm  CL.    7s. 
13  "D RAISE  the  Lord,  His  glories  show, 
-*-      Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
12 


Praise.  [13,  14 

Angels  round  His  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  His  love  ! 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  His  wonders,  sing  His  worth ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  His  mercies  trace  ; 
Praise  His  providence  and  grace  — 
All  that  He  for  man  hath  done, 
All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  : 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore  ; 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


6s  &  4s. 
14  /^LORY  to  God  on  high, 
^-*   Let  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 

Praise  ye  His  name. 

Angels  His  name  adore, 

Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 

And  saints  cry  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 
Praising  His  name. 
We  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  His  dear  fame  abroad 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 
13 


14,  15]  God. 


15 


Join  all  the  human  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  His  name  ! 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And  say  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

James  Allen,  1760. 


C.  M. 

TV/I*  Y  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 
IV  J.    ^he  Life  of  my  delights, 


The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  : 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning-star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way 
To  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  : 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

14 


Praise.  [16,  17 

Psalm  CIII.     S.  M. 
16  C\  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul  j 
^-^  Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  His  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  ; 

Nor  let  His  mercies  lie, 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  He  forgives  thy^sins  ; 

'Tis  He  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  He  who  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 
The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud 
And  justice  for  the  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 
But  sent  the  world  His  truth  and  grace, 
By  His  beloved  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  CXLVI.    L.  M. 
17  T) RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  shall  join 
*■     In  works  so  pleasant,  so  divine, 
Now,  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 
15 


17,  1 8]  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

4  His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  the  oppressed,  He  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

5  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

6  He  loves  His  saints  ;  He  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  Him  in  everlasting  strains. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  CIII.    S.  M. 
18  A/T Y  soul,  repeat  His  praise 
1V1    "Whose  mercies  are  so  great, 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  His  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 
16 


Praise,  [18,  19 

3  His  power  subdues  our  sins ; 

And  His  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  His  Name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

6  But  Thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure, 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


19 


Psalm  CXLV.    L.  M. 

"\  yf  Y  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 
-*---*-    Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  Thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  Thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endless  stream  : 
Thy  mercy  swift ;  Thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

2  17 


19,  20]  God. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  Thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  Thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  Thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  Thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  Thy  ways, 

Vast  and  immortal  be  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


20 


Psalm  CXLVI.     L.  P.  M. 

T  'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

-*-    And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God ;  He  made  the  sky, 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the  oppressed,  He  feeds  the  poor  j 

And  none  shall  find  His  promise  vain. 

The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace  \ 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
18 


Praise.  [20,  21 

The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

I'll  praise  Him  while  He  lends  me  breath  ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  CXXXVI.     7s. 
21  "I     ET  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
•*-**  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  sound  His  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  He  is  the  God : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  All  things  living  He  doth  feed  ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need: 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  His  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

19 


21,  22]  God. 

6  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

7  Let  us  then,  with  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  : 
For  His  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

John  Milton,  1 623. 


Psalm  LXV.     L.  M. 

22  *DRAISE,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits; 
-*■      Prayer  shall  besiege  Thy  temple  gates ; 
All  flesh  shall  to  Thy  throne  repair, 
And  find,  through  Christ,  salvation  there. 

2  Our  spirits  faint ;  our  sins  prevail ; 
Leave  not  our  trembling  hearts  to  fail : 
O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer,  descend, 
And  still  be  found  the  sinner's  Friend. 

3  How  blest  Thy  saints  !  how  safely  led  ! 
How  surely  kept !  how  richly  fed ! 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 

How  happy  they  who  rest  in  Thee  ! 

4  Thy  hand  sets  fast  the  mighty  hills, 
Thy  voice  the  troubled  ocean  stills  ! 
Evening  and  morning  hymn  Thy  praise, 
And  earth  Thy  bounty  wide  displays. 

5  The  year  is  with  Thy  goodness  crowned  ; 
Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  around  ; 
Through  Thee  the  deserts  laugh  and  sing, 
And  Nature  smiles  and  owns  her  King. 


Praise.  [22-25 

6  Lord,  on  our  souls  Thy  Spirit  pour : 
The  moral  waste  within  restore  : 
O  let  Thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


Psalm  CXVIL    S.  M. 
23  HTHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

■*     Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 
Great  is  Thy  grace,  and  sure  Thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  Thine  honor  spread, 
And  long  Thy  praise  endure  ; 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

Psalm  CXVII.    L.  M. 

24  T^ROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
-*-     Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

C.  M. 

25  TV /[  Y  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 
*■**■   Thy  Majesty  how  bright ! 

21 


25]  God. 

How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  light ! 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord  ! 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  How  beautiful,  how  beautiful, 

The  sight  of  Thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  wisdom,  boundless  power, 
And  awful  purity ! 

4  O  how  I  fear  Thee,  living  God ! 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope 
And  penitential  tears. 

5  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

6  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee  ; 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me  Thy  sinful  child. 

7  Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God, 

O  what  a  joy  it  is  ! 
To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the  Name, 
Earth  has  no  higher  bliss. 

8  Father  of  Jesus,  Love's  Reward ! 

What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze  and  gaze  on  Thee  ! 

F  W.  Faber,  1849. 


Praise.  [26,  27 

Psalm  CIII.    L.  M. 
26  ID  LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God ; 

*-*   Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  He  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  He,  my  soul,  who  sent  His  Son, 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  His  power  confess  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  His  grace : 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  CXXXVIII.    L.  M. 
27  "\  \  7TTH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
*  *     I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song  ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  Thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

23 


7-29]  God. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins  ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  XCVII.    L.  M. 
28   T  EHOVAH  reigns  j  His  throne  is  high, 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe  ; 
His  justice  guards  His  holy  law  j 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face  ; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  His  works  His  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  His  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 


Psalm  XVIII.    C.  M. 
29  r"THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 

■*■     And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high  ; 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 
24 


His  Attributes.  [29,  30 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim, 

Full  royally  He  rode  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  The  Lord  will  give  His  people  strength, 

Whereby  they  shall  increase  ; 
And  He  will  bless  His  chosen  flock 
With  everlasting  peace. 

5  Give  glory  to  His  awful  name, 

And  honor  Him  alone  ; 

Give  worship  to  His  majesty, 

Upon  His  holy  throne. 

Thomas  Sternhold,  1 540. 


Psalm  XCIII.    H.  M. 
30  HTHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
-*-    His  throne  is  built  on  high; 
The  garments  He  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  His  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 

His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  His  holy  law ; 

And  where  His  love  resolves  to  bless, 

His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

25 


30,  31]  God. 

3  Through  all  His  ancient  works, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs  : 
Strong  is  His  arm,  and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees,  His  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  He  write  His  name, 
"  My  Father,  and  my  Friend  ? " 
I  love  His  name  ;  I  love  His  word  : 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


31  T7  TERN AL  light !  eternal  light ! 
•*— '  How  pure  the  soul  must  be, 
When,  placed  within  Thy  searching  sight, 
It  shrinks  not,  but  with  calm  delight 
Can  live  and  look  on  Thee. 

2  The  spirits  that  surround  Thy  throne 

May  bear  the  burning  bliss  ; 
But  that  is  surely  theirs  alone, 
Since  they  have  never,  never  known 

A  fallen  world  like  this. 

3  O,  how  shall  I,  whose  native  sphere 

Is  dark,  whose  mind  is  dim, 
Before  the  Ineffable  appear, 
And  on  my  naked  spirit  bear 

That  uncreated  beam. 

4  There  is  a  way  for  man  to  rise 

To  that  sublime  abode  ; 
26 


His  Attributes.  [31,  3: 

An  offering  and  a  sacrifice, 
A  Holy  Spirit's  energies, 
An  advocate  with  God. 

These,  these  prepare  us  for  the  light 

Of  majesty  above  : 
The  sons  of  ignorance  and  night 
Can  stand  in  the  eternal  light 

Through  the  eternal  love. 

T.  Binney,  1826. 


C  M. 
32  (T*  REAT  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 
^-*  What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  ; 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
27 


33>  34]  God. 

"  Secretissime  et  Praasentissime." 

"  Most  Hidden  and  Most  Manifest."  —  Augustine. 

L.  M. 

33  C\  DREADFUL  glory  that  doth  make 

^-^  Thick  darkness  round  the  Heavenly  Throne, 
Through  which  no  angel-eye  may  break, 
Wherein  the  Lord  doth  dwell  alone  ! 

2  What  secret  place,  what  distant  star 

Is  like,  dread  Lord,  to  Thine  abode? 
Why  dwellest  Thou  from  us  so  far  ? 

We  yearn  for  Thee,  Thou  Hidden  God. 

3  Vain  searchers  !  but  we  need  not  mourn  : 

We  need  not  stretch  our  weary  wings ; 
Thou  meetest  us  where'er  we  turn  ; 

Thou  beamest,  Lord,  from  all  bright  things. 

4  But  sweetest,  Lord,  dost  Thou  appear 

In  the  dear  Saviour's  smiling  face  : 
The  Heavenly  Majesty  draws  near 
And  offers  us  its  kind  embrace. 

5  To  us,  vain  searchers  after  God, 

To  us  the  Holy  Ghost  doth  come  ; 
From  us  Thou  hidest  Thine  abode  ; 

But  Thou  wilt  make  our  souls  Thy  home. 

6  O  Glory  that  no  eye  may  bear  ! 

O  Presence  Bright,  our  souls'  sweet  guest ! 
O  Farthest  off,  O  ever  Near ! 

Most  Hidden  and  Most  Manifest !  - 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  i860. 


Psalm  XCIII.    L.  M. 
34   T  EHOVAH  reigns  !   He  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majesty  and  might ; 
28 


His  Attributes.  [34,  35 

The  world,  created  by  His  hands, 
Still  on  its  firm  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies  : 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 
At  Thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  Thy  throne  endure  : 
Thy  promise  stand  forever  sure  ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  Thy  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  XC.     C.  M. 

35  /^\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
^-^  Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne, 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  \ 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame  ; 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God  ; 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  ; " 
29 


35>  36]  God. 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  j 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

7  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  LXXXIX.    C.  M. 
36  T  ^  71TH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 
*         And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  His  word. 

2  How  terrible  Thy  glories  be  ; 

How  bright  Thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  Thee, 
Or  truth  compared  to  Thine  ! 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  southern,  rest 

On  Thy  supporting  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  Thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 
30 


His  Attributes.  [36,  37 

Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  Thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
How  did  Thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel ! 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  Thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  Thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  Thy  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 


C.   M. 
37  TTHE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might ; 
•*•    The  winds  obey  His  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  His  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar ; 

The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night ;  your  force  combine ; 

Without  His  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar  ; 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend  ;  in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  His  nod, 
31 


37-39]  God. 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1806. 


38 


Psalm  CXXXIX.    C.  M. 
T  N  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 
■*■   In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  • 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ! 
Within  Thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  Thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 

Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.     L.  M. 
39  T    ORD,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 
"■"^  Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 
32 


His  Attributes.  [39,  40 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 

.   Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin ;  for  God  is  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


L.  M. 
40    A  WAKE,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
•**■  To  Him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing : 
Praise  Him,  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  His  knowledge  !  how  profound  ! 

A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned  ! 
The  stars  He  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold  ; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 

To  speak  His  wisdom  all  divine. 
3  33 


40-42]  God, 

4  But  in  redemption,  oh,  what  grace  ! 
Its  wonders,  oh,  what  thought  can  trace  ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright : 
Praise  Him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

J.  Needham,  1768. 


C.  M. 
41  T  T  OLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
•■--*"   Of  our  eternal  King  : 
"  Thrice  holy  Lord  !  "  the  angels  cry ; 
"  Thrice  holy !  "  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul !  to  God ; 
Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  His  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  His  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  Him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  Thy  delight, 
And  they  Thy  face  shall  see. 

J.  Needham,  1768. 


Psalm  CXLV.     C.  M. 


42 


CWEET  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace, 
^  My  God,  my  heavenly  King ; 
Let  age  to  age  Thy  righteousness, 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

God  reigns  on  high  ;  but  ne'er  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies : 
34 


His  Providence.  [42,  43 

Through  the  whole  earth  His  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  Thy  creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  Thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  Thine  anger  moves  !  ; 
But  soon  He  sends  His  pardoning  word, 
To  cheer  the  souls  He  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints,  who  taste  Thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  Thy  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  CXXXVI.     L.  M. 
43  ("**  I VE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  : 
^-^  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
His  mercies  ever  will  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  He  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  • 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light ; 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

35 


43)  44]  God. 

His  mercies  ever  will  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

5  He  sent  His  Son  with  power  to  save, 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  seat : 

His  mercies  ever  will  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  XXXVI.    L.  M. 
44  T  T IGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
*•  *■   Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
The  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thine  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  beast  Thy  bounty  share  \ 
The  whole  creation  is  Thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  Thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs  ! 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  Thy  house 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
36 


His  Providence,  [44-46 

There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  Thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

8s  &  7s. 

45  (~?  OD  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 
^-*   All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
But  His  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  His  brightness  streameth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

Sir  John  Bowring,  1825. 


Psalm  CVII.    L.  M. 

46  (^  I VE  thanks  to  God ;  He  reigns  above  ; 
^-^  Kind  are  His  thoughts,  His  name  is  love : 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 
37 


46, 47]  God. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  His  grace  record  ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  He  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O,  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  His  works !  how  kind  His  ways ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  His  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  CIII.    L.  M. 


47 


HP  HE  Lord  !  how  wondrous  are  His  ways  ! 
■*■    How  firm  His  truth !  how  large  His  grace  ! 
He  takes  His  mercy  for  His  throne, 
And  thence  He  makes  His  glories  known. 

Not  half  so  high  His  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 
As  His  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  His  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  He  loves. 

How  slowly  doth  His  wrath  arise  ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  : 
Or,  if  He  lets  His  anger  burn, 
How  soon  His  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 
38 


His  Providence.  [47~49 

His  everlasting  love  is  sure 
To  all  His  saints,  and  shall  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  His  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


S.  M. 
48  T^O  God,  the  only  wise, 

-*■     Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  His  almighty  love, 

His  counsel,  and  His  care 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne  ; 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  with  power  belongs  \ 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

Psalm  XXXIII.    C.  M. 

49  T    ET  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy 
-*— '   Their  cheerful  voices  raise  ; 
39 


49,  50]  God. 

For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 
To  sing  glad  songs  of  praise. 

2  For,  faithful  is  the  word  of  God  ; 

His  works  with  truth  abound  : 
He  justice  loves,  and  all  the  earth 
Is  with  His  goodness  crowned. 

3  Whate'er  the  mighty  Lord  decrees, 

Shall  stand  forever  sure  ; 
The  settled  purpose  of  His  heart 
To  ages  shall  endure. 

4  Our  soul  on  God  with  patience  waits  ; 

Our  help  and  shield  is  He  : 
Then,  Lord,  let  still  our  hearts  rejoice, 
Because  we  trust  in  Thee. 

5  The  riches  of  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Do  Thou  to  us  extend  ; 
Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wish, 
On  Thee  alone  depend. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 


50 


C.  M. 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing  : 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

Tell  of  His  wondrous  faithfulness, 
And  sound  His  power  abroad  ; 

Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  His  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 
As  that  which  built  the  skies  j 
40 


His  Providence.  [50,  51 

The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  O,  might  I  hear  Thy  heavenly  tongue 
But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  !  " 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709 


Psalm  XIX.    L.  M. 
51  '  I  "HE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
■*■    With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale ; 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

_4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice,  nor  sound, 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 

41 


51-53]  God. 

For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Jos.  Addison,  1 712. 

Psalm  VIII.    C.  M. 
52  C\  LORD,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 
^-'   In  heaven  and  earth  the  same ! 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

2  When  glorious  in  the  nightly  sky 

Thy  moon  and  stars  I  see, 
O,  what  is  man  !  I  wondering  cry, 
To  be  so  loved  by  Thee  ! 

3  To  him  Thou  hourly  deign'st  to  give 

New  mercies  from  on  high  j 
Didst  quit  Thy  Throne  with  him  to  live, 
For  him  in  pain  to  die. 

4  Close  to  Thine  own  bright  seraphim 

His  favored  path  is  trod ; 
And  all  beside  are  serving  him, 
That  he  may  serve  his  God. 

5  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 

In  heaven  and  earth  the  same  ! 
There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 

Psalm  XCIII.     S.  P.  M. 
53  HTHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
■*•     And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned ; 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
42 


54 


His  Providence.  [53,  54 

Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  Thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  Thy  word : 

Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 

Before  the  starry  sky  : 
Eternal  is  Thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky  : 

The  terrors  of  Thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madness  down : 
Thy  throne  forever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new ; 

There  fixed,  Thy  Church  shall  ne'er  remove : 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  Thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  Thine  everlasting  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


L.  M. 
T^HE  Lord  is  King !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
■*~    O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring  : 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care, 
Or  murmur  at  His  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  His  royal  promises  ? 
43 


54.  55]  God. 

3  The  Lord  is  King  !  Child  of  the  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just : 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways : 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

4  O,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

5  One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures ; 

He  reigns,  and  life  and  death  are  yours : 
Through  earth  and  heaven  one  song  shall  ring, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

Josiah  Conder,  1 850. 

L.   M. 
55  /^OME,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 
^  Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise  : 
But  O,  what  tongue  can  speak  His  fame ! 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme ! 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He,  glory,  like  a  garment,  wears ; 
To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  Him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power,  with  wisdom,  shines  ; 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  His  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  His  glories  sing ; 
And  let  His  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song ! 

Dr.  Thomas  Blacklocky  1 754. 

44 


His  Providence.  [56 


C.  M. 


56 


T>r  EEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
-^^  And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 

My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 


2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  His  firm  decree ; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave  —  to  be. 

3  Chained  to  His  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  ; 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  the  eternal  pen. 

4  His  Providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  His  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

5  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives ; 

Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

6  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes  — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  shall  rise. 

7  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 


45 


57»  58]  God. 

C.  M. 
57  f^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
^-^  His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  \ 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

W.  Cowj>er,  1779. 


Psalm  XXIII.    L.  M.    6  lines. 
58  HP  HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
■*■    And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
46 


His  Providence.  [58,  59 

His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 

My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds,  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  wants  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Jos.  Addison,  1712. 


Psalm  XXIII.    S.  M. 
59  T^HE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
■*■    I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
47 


59>  60]  God. 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 

Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  CVII.     C.  M. 
60  T1J  OW  are  Thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! 
■*-  ■*■    How  sure  is  their  defense  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  Thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
48 


His  Providence.  [60,  61 

They  know  Thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  Thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  Thy  command, 

At  Thy  command  is  still. 

In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  \ 
We'll  praise  Thee  for  Thy  mercies  past, 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

Our  life,  while  Thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 

Shall  join  our  souls  to  Thee. 

Jos.  Addison,  1712. 


C.  M. 
61  (~\  LORD,  I  would  delight  in  Thee, 
^-^   And  on  Thy  care  depend ; 
To  Thee  in  every  trouble  flee 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
May  T  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  Thy  name. 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

That  has  a  fountain  near, 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run, 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  Thee  ; 
4  49 


6 1,  62]  God. 

I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

5  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith 

To  look  within  the  veil ! 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail. 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

7  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  Thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore  \ 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  Thee  more. 

John  Ryland,  1777. 


Psalm  XXIII.     7s. 
62  rTyO  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

■*•     Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  Thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  Thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  \ 

50 


His  Providence.  [62-64 

And  shalt  bid  Thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

James  Merrick,  1 765. 


Psalm  XXIII.    C.  M. 
63  HP  HE  Lord  's  my  shepherd,  I'll  not  want. 
■**     2  He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  :  He  leadeth  me 
the  quiet  waters  by. 

3  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again  : 

and  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
e'en  for  His  own  name's  sake. 

4  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

yet  will  I  fear  none  ill : 
For  Thou  art  with  me ;  and  Thy  rod 
and  staff  me  comfort  still. 

5  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 

in  presence  of  my  foes  ; 
My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
and  my  cup  overflows. 

6  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

shall  surely  follow  me  : 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
my  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

Rouse's  Ver.,  1645. 


Psalm  XXXIV.    C.  M. 
64  '"THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 
■*■     In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
5i 


64,  65]  God. 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  O,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  His  name  ! 
When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  He  affords  to  all 
Who  on  His  succor  trust. 

5  O,  make  but  trial  of  His  love  : 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  ye  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  ye  His  service  your  delight, 
He'll  make  your  wants  His  care. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 


Psalm  IX.     L.  M. 

65  T  TPHOLD  me,  Lord,  too  prone  to  stray, 

^    Uphold  me  in  Thy  narrow  way ; 

From  sin  and  folly  bid  me  flee, 

And  turn  from  all  who  turn  from  Thee. 

2  The  cloud  and  pillar  of  Thy  word, 
Be  this  my  guide,  my  comfort,  Lord, 
52 


His  Providence.  [65,  66 

By  day,  by  night  at  hand  to  bless, 
And  lead  me  through  the  wilderness. 

So  shall  I  nourish  like  a  tree 
Planted,  and  watched,  and  nursed  by  Thee, 
With  streams  of  grace  around  its  roots, 
And  bending  low  with  holy  fruits. 

So  shall  I  go  from  light  to  light, 
Till  prayer  is  praise,  and  faith  is  sight ; 
And  while  the  sinner's  doom  I  see, 
Adore  the  grace  that  rescued  me  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


L.  M. 

66  DY  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God, 

*-*     With  Heaven,  my  journey's  end,  in  view  ; 
Supported  by  His  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

2  Though  snares  and  dangers  throng  my  path, 

And  earth  and  hell  my  course  withstand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 

Guarded  by  His  almighty  hand. 

3  The  wilderness  affords  no  food  ; 

But  God  for  my  support  prepares, 
Provides  me  every  needful  good, 

And  frees  my  soul  from  wants  and  cares. 

4  With  Him  sweet  converse  I  maintain  ; 

Great  as  He  is,  I  dare  be  free ; 
I  tell  Him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  He  reveals  His  love  to  me. 

5  Some  cordial  from  His  word  He  brings, 

Whene'er  my  feeble  spirit  faints  ; 
53 


66,  67]  God. 

At  once  my  soul  revives  and  sings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  sad  complaints. 

6  I  pity  all  that  worldlings  talk 

Of  pleasures  that  will  quickly  end  ; 
Be  this  my  choice,  O  Lord,  to  walk 

With  Thee,  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


C.  M. 
67  T^THEN  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! 
*     My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  O  how  shall  words,  with  equal  warmth, 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  within  my  ravished  heart ! 
But  Thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learned 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

4  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whence  these  comforts  flowed. 

5  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran  j 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man  : 

6  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face  ; 
54 


His  Providence.  [67,  68 

And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

7  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

8  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  proclaim  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
Resume  the  glorious  theme. 

9  Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  O  !  eternity 's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

Jos.  Addison,  17 12. 


Psalm  XXXVI.    L.  M. 
68  TV /T  Y  God,  what  monuments  I  see 

^    *   In  all  around  of  Thine  and  Thee  ! 
I  view  Thee  in  the  heavens  above  ; 
More  high  than  these  is  heavenly  love. 

2  I  mark  the  strong  eternal  hill, 
Thy  faithfulness  is  stronger  still. 
I  gaze  on  ocean  deep  and  broad, 
More  deep  Thy  counsels  are,  O  God. 

3  O  give  me  'neath  Thy  wings  to  rest, 
To  lean  on  Thy  parental  breast, 
To  feed  on  Thee,  the  living  bread, 
And  drink  at  mercy's  fountain  head. 

4  The  springs  of  life  are  all  Thine  own, 
They  flow  from  Thy  eternal  throne : 

55 


68-70]  God. 

Light  in  Thy  light  alone  we  see, 
O  save  us,  for  we  rest  on  Thee  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


Psalm  LXXVIII.    C.  M. 
69  T    ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds, 
-*— '     Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  His  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  His  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs  ; 
That  generations,  yet  unborn, 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  His  works, 
But  practice  His  commands. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


C.  M. 
70  C\  GOD  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
^-^   Thy  people  still  are  fed, 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers  we  now  present, 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
56 


Our  Refuge.  [70,  71 

God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide : 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

5  Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


Psalm  XLVI.    L.  M. 
71  C^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints, 

^*     When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 

Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
57 


71,  72]  God. 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  Thy  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  His  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 


Psalm  CXXI.    H.  M. 

72  T  TPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
^    From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tower  His  grace  is  nigh 

To  which  I  fly  ;  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 


Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 


*&v 


Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  sun,  To  guard  my  head 

And  Thou  my  shade,  |     By  night  or  noon. 
58 


Our  Refuge.  [72,  73 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  Thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 


I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 


Till,  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  XCI.    8s  &  7s. 
73  r^KLL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

^-"     Rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  shade, 
In  His  secret  habitation, 

Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed  : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  ; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword,  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defense  : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  God  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

Watch  and  ward  o'er  thee  to  keep  ; 
Though  thou  walk  through  hostile  regions, 

Though  in  desert  wilds  thou  sleep. 
On  the  lion  vainly  roaring, 

On  his  young,  thy  foot  shall  tread ; 
And,  the  dragon's  den  exploring, 

Thou  shalt  bruise  the  serpent's  head. 
59 


73>  74]  God. 

4  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 
Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  His  protection 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 
Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 
He  will  hearken,  He  will  save  ; 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 


74 


Psalm  XVIII.    L.  M. 
TVT  O  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
■*■  ^      My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
For  Thou,  hast  always  been  my  rock 
A  fortress  and  defense  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  Thy  mighty  power  : 
Thou  art  my  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At  home  my  safeguard  and  my  tower. 

3  To  Thee  I  will  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  Thy  watchful  care, 
Be  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 

4  Let  the  eternal  Lord  be  praised, 

The  rock  on  whose  defense  I  rest ! 

To  highest  heavens  His  name  be  raised, 

Who  me  with  His  salvation  blest ! 

5  My  God,  to  celebrate  Thy  fame, 

My  grateful  voice  to  heaven  I'll  raise  j 
And  nations,  strangers  to  Thy  name, 
Shall  learn  to  sing  Thy  glorious  praise. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 
60 


Our  Refuge.  [75,  76 


S.  M. 
75  IV /T  Y  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
J-Vl    To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  Thou  remove, 
For  Thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  : 
They  sit  around  Thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesu  is. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  His  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  His  face. 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  Thy  presence,  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Psalm  CXXV.    C.  M. 

76  T  TNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 

^    And  firm  as  mountains  be  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 

That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  Thee. 

1  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love 
That  every  saint  surround. 
61 


76-78]  God. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 
And  lead  them  safely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ,  their  Lord,  is  gone. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  LXXIII.    C.  M. 
77  C^  OD,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Hope, 
^-*  My  Help  forever  near ; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 

Through  life's  dark  wilderness  ; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  Thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Aye  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  Thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


78 


Psalm  CXXI.    L.  M. 
T  T  P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
^  The  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies  j 
62 


Our  Refuge.  [78,  79 

Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood  : 
The  heavens  with  all  their  hosts  He  made. 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  He  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day : 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day  ; 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord ;  His  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power  : 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  LXXXVIII.     7s  &  6s. 
79  T    ORD  God  of  my  salvation, 
■*— '     To  Thee,  to  Thee  I  cry  ■ 
63 


79,  80]  God. 

O  let  my  supplication 

Arrest  Thine  ear  on  high. 

Distresses  round  me  thicken, 
My  life  draws  nigh  the  grave  ; 

Descend,  O  Lord,  to  quicken, 
Descend  my  soul  to  save. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  hard  upon  me, 

Thy  billows  o'er  me  roll ; 
My  friends  all  seem  to  shun  me, 

And  foes  beset  my  soul. 
Where'er  on  earth  I  turn  me, 

No  comforter  is  near  ; 
Wilt  Thou  too,  Father,  spurn  me  ? 

Wilt  Thou  refuse  to  hear  ? 

3  No  !  banished  and  heart-broken 

My  soul  still  clings  to  Thee  ; 
The  promise  Thou  hast  spoken 

Shall  still  my  refuge  be. 
So  present  ills  and  terrors 

May  future  joy  increase  \ 
And  scourge  me  from  my  errors 

To  duty,  hope,  and  peace. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 

Psalm  III.    L.  M. 

LORD,  how  the  troublers  of  my  peace 
Within  me  and  around  increase  ! 
What  faithless  doubts  my  heart  assail, 
That  Thou  wilt  slight,  and  they  prevail ! 

But,  Lord,  my  spirit  hangs  on  Thee  : 
My  hope,  my  shelter,  Thou  shalt  be  : 
O  Thou  who  from  Thy  holy  hill 
Hast  heard,  O  hear  me,  help  me  still ! 
64 


80 


Our  Refuge.  [80,  81 

3  Beneath  Thy  wing  secure  I  sleep  ; 

What  foe  can  harm  when  Thou  dost  keep  ? 
I  wake  and  find  Thee  at  my  side, 
My  omnipresent  Guard  and  Guide  ! 

4  0  why  should  earth  or  hell  distress, 
With  God  so  strong,  so  nigh  to  bless  ? 
From  Him  alone  salvation  flows  ; 

On  Him  alone,  my  soul  repose ! 

If.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


7s. 
81  OONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
*—*  Heaven  with  Alleluias  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  God  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heaven  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  can  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No,  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  : 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

!  65 


8 1,  82]  God. 

6  Hymns  of  glory,  songs  of  praise, 
Father,  unto  Thee  we  raise, 
Jesu,  glory  unto  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be.     Amen. 

James  Montgomery,  1820. 


Psalm  CIV.     10s  &  us. 
82  C\  WORSHIP  the  King,  all  glorious  above, 
^-^  O  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love ; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  O  tell  of  His  might,  O  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space  ; 
His  chariots  of  wrath  deep  thunder  clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  The  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold, 
Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded  of  old, 
Hath  stablished  it  fast  by  a  changeless  decree, 
And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the  sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

5  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend ! 

6  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love  ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  Thy  praise. 

Sir  Robert  Grant,  1830. 
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Jesus  Christ,  [83,  84 


83  ORIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
-^    Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid ! 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

Bishop  Heber,  1811. 


Psalm  XCVIII.    C.  M. 
84   T  OY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
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84,  85]  Jesus  Christ. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  : 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

Isaac  Wat's,  1 7 19. 


8  of  7. 
85  T  T  ARK,  how  all  the  welkin  rings, 
■*■■*-."  Glory  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! " 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
Universal  nature  say, 
"  Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day." 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored ; 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  : 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ! 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail,  the  incarnate  Deity ! 
Pleased  as  Man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus, 

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The  Advent.  [85,  86 

Hail,  the  heavenly  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ; 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home  ; 
Rise,  the  Woman's  conquering  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 
Now  display  Thy  saving  power, 
Ruined  nature  now  restore  ; 
Now  in  mystic  union  join 
Thine  to  ours,  and  ours  to  Thine. 

Adam's  likeness,  Lord,  efface, 
Stamp  Thy  image  in  its  place  ; 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  Thy  love. 
Let  us  Thee,  though  lost,  regain, 
Thee,  the  Life,  the  Inner  Man  : 
O,  to  all  Thyself  impart, 
Formed  in  each  believing  heart. 

C.  Wesley,  1739. 


C.  M. 
86  "\^7"HILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
*  *     All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
"  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
69 


86,  87]  Jesus  Christ. 

"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you,  and  all  mankind. 

2  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 
The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swaddling  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

3  Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 
"  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  Heaven  to  men, 

Begin  and  never  cease." 

Nahum  Tate,  1703. 


C.  M. 
87  T)  LUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
■*■      We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief: 
He  saw,  and  O,  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled  ; 
70 


The  Advent  [87,  88 

Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoiled  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  -our  iron  chains ; 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  O  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak  ! 

6  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ! 
But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.    M. 

88  TT  ARK,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes, 
■*■       The  Saviour  promised  long  • 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song ! 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 


/i 


SS,  89]  Jesus  Christ. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1735. 


L.   M. 
89    A  LL  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord! 

•**■  Clothed  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  Thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  Thine  alone. 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  Thee  bow  ; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  Thee  now : 
Angels  who  did  in  Thee  rejoice 
Now  listen  for  Thine  infant  voice. 

3  A  little  child  Thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  Thee  may  rest ; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  Thy  birth, 

That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light,  — 
To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 

Like  Thine  own  angels  round  Thee  shine. 

5  All  this  for  us  Thy  love  hath  done ; 
By  this  to  Thee  our  love  is  won : 
For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 

And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 

Martin  Luther,  1523. 
72 


The  Advent.  [90,  91 

8s  &  7s. 
90  /"^OME,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
^  Born  to  set  Thy  people  free  : 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nationr 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 
By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  Wesley,  1744. 


L.  M. 
91  "I '    IFT  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
•*— '  Behold,  the  King  of  glory  waits  ; 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 

2  The  Lord  is  just,  a  helper  tried, 
Mercy  is  ever  at  His  side  ; 
His  kingly  crown  is  holiness, 
His  sceptre,  pity  in  distress. 

3  O,  blest  the  land,  the  city  blest 
Where  Christ,  the  Ruler  is  confessed  ! 
O,  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes 

To  whom  this  King  of  triumph  comes. 
73 


9i ,  92]  Jesus  Christ. 

4  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy. 

5  Redeemer,  come  !  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  Thee  :  here,  Lord,  abide  ! 
Let  me  Thy  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  So  come,  my  Sovereign  !  enter  in  ; 
Let  new  and  nobler  life  begin  : 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  the  glorious  crown  be  won. 

George  Weissel,  1 630. 


92 


L.  M. 

r\  WONDROUS  type,  O  vision  fair, 

^-^  Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 

Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 

Where  brighter  than  the  sun  He  glows  ! 

2  From  age  to  age  the  tale  declare, 
How  with  the  three  disciples  there, 
Where  Moses  and  Elias  meet, 

The  Lord  holds  converse  high  and  sweet. 

3  The  Law  and  Prophets  there  have  place, 
Two  chosen  witnesses  of  grace  ; 

The  Father's  voice  from  out  the  cloud 
Proclaims  His  Only  Son  aloud. 

4  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above, 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

74 


His  Life.  92-94 

5  And  faithful  hearts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery, 

For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer,  the  hymn  of  praise. 

6  O  Father,  with  the  eternal  Son 
And  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by  Thy  grace 
To  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face.     Amen. 

Translated  and  altered  from  the  Latin,  by  Dr.  J.  Mason  Neale,  185 1. 


L.  M. 
93  TV  yi"  Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
^ '  -*■    I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word  ; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  Thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

L.  M. 
94  T  T  OW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
■*•  •*-    From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
75 


94>  95]  Jesus  Christ. 

When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  He  came,  of  heaven  He  spoke, 

To  heaven  He  led  His  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  He  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home ; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest :  " 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  Thee,  love  Thee,  and  be  blest. 

Sir  John  Bowring,  1 825. 


7s. 

95  (~^  O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

^-*  Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  : 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour : 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

O  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  : 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  \ 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time,  — 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
It  is  finished  !  hear  Him  cry  j 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 
76 


His  Life.  [95,  96 

Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay. 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom : 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  ;  —  He  seeks  the  skies. 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

J.  Montgomery,  1822. 


L.  M. 

96  T  T  OW  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 
-*-  ■*■   That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  O  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light,  — 
O  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O  who  like  Thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 

So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  E'en  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  Thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  O,  in  Thy  light,  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

A.  C.  Coxe,  1840. 

77 


97>  9^]  Jesus  Christ, 

8s  &  6s. 
97  T>  EYOND  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
*-*   Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 

To  sad  Gethsemane ; 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men  \ 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
He  lifts  His  mournful  eyes  above  : 
"  My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  ? " 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still 
He  yielded  to  His  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
"  Behold  Me  here,  Thine  only  Son  ; 
And,  Father,  let  Thy  will  be  done." 

4  The  Father  heard  ;  and  angels,  there, 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain, 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We'll  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow  like  Him  in  prayer. 

S.  F.  Smith,  1843. 


L.    M. 
98  >r~PIS  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 

*-     The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone  ; 

78 


The  Sufferings  and  Death.     [98,  99 

'Tis  midnight ;  in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

'Tis  midnight ;  and,  from  all  removed, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears  ; 

Even  that  disciple  whom  He  loved 

Heeds  not  His  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 
The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 

Yet  He,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 

'Tis  midnight,  —  and  from  ether-plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know : 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

W.  B.  Tappan,  1819. 


C.  M. 
99    A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
"*-*~  And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears, 
79 


99-!Oi]  Jesus  Christ. 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


L.   M. 

100    "\  A7"HEN  *  survey  tne  wondrous  cross 
*  *     On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


7s  &  6s. 
101  C\  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 

^-^  With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
80 


The  Sufferings  and  Death.         [101 

Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  • 

O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 
What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine  ! 

Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ) 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain  : 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place  j 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide  : 
My  Lord  of  Life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
O  make  me  Thine  forever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee  ! 

And  when  I  am  departing, 
O  part  not  Thou  from  me  ! 
81 


ioi,  102]  Jesus  Christ. 

When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 
Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 

And  when  my  heart  must  languish 
Amidst  the  final  throe, 

Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 
By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe  ! 

6  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying  : 

O  show  Thy  cross  to  me  ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 

S.  Bernard,   of  Clairvaux,  1 100  ;  Tr.  by  Gerhardt, 
1666  ;   J.  W.  Alexander,  1840. 


7s. 


102 


O  URELY  Christ  thy  griefs  has  borne  ; 
**-*  Weeping  soul  no  longer  mourn : 


View  Him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  His  life  for  thee. 

2  Weary  sinner  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice  ; 
There  the  incarnate  Deity, 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  Him, 
Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem ; 
At  His  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away. 

4  Lord,  Thine  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed  ; 

82 


The  Sufferings  and  Death,     [102-104 

Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  Thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me. 

A.  M.  Toplady,  1770. 


S.  M. 

103  C  INNER,  come  up  with  me, 
^  Here  fix  thy  weeping  eye : 
Ascend  in  heart  to  Calvary, 

And  see  Immanuel  die. 

2  O  bathe  with  Magdalen 

His  sacred  feet  with  tears  : 
By  faith  embrace  thy  Master  slain, 
With  sorrow  great  as  hers. 

3  The  victim  bled  for  thee ; 

Slight  not  His  dying  cries : 
The  precious  blood  He  shed  must  be 
Thy  passport  to  the  skies. 

4  O  tarry  not,  make  haste, 

Ensure  thy  claim  to  heaven  : 
Up  !  trim  thy  lamp  !     Love  much  who  hast 
So  much  to  be  forgiven  ! 

A.  M.  Toplady,  1776. 

7s. 

104  T 1  7"HEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 

*  *     God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  height  I  climb, 
In  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 
83 


104,  105}  Jesus  Christ. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God  in  flesh  made  manifest 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away : 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

James  Montgomery ;  181 2. 


105 


S.  M. 
/OVERWHELMED  in  depths  of  woe, 
^-^   Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  See  !  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend  ! 
See  !  down  His  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 
His  sacred  blood  descend. 

3  Hark  !  with  what  awful  cry 

His  spirit  takes  its  flight ; 
That  cry,  it  pierced  His  mother's  heart, 
And  whelmed  her  soul  in  night. 

4  Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 
Tombs  burst ;  seas,  rivers,  mountains  quake ; 
The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

5  The  sun  withdraws  his  light, 

The  midday  heavens  grow  pale, 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension.     [105,  106 

6  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs, 
Come,  rich  and  poor,  come,  all  mankind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears ! 

7  Come,  fall  before  His  cross 

Who  shed  for  us  His  blood ; 
Who  died  the  victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

Translated  from  the  Latin  by  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 


7s. 
106  "  /^HRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 
^-"   Sons  of  men  and  angels  say. 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth,  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won. 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er ; 
Lo  !  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise  ; 
Christ  has  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ; 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head : 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  Cross,  the  grave,  the  skies ! 

C.  Wesley,  1739. 
85 


107,  108]  Jesus  Christ, 

7s. 
107  /^HRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  again, 
^  Christ  hath  broken  every  chain  ; 
Hark,  angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 
Hallelujah  I 

2  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss 
Comfortless  upon  the  cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry  : 

Hallelujah! 

3  He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave 
Is  exalted  now  to  save  ; 

Now  through  Christendom  it  rings 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings : 
Hallelujah! 

4  Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we  too  may  enter  heaven : 

Hallelujah  ! 

5  Thou,  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed, 
Christ,  Thy  ransomed  people  feed ! 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away, 
That  we  all  may  sing  for  aye, 

Hallelujah  ! 

Easter  Hymn  of  the  Bohemian  Church,  1531, 
Translated  by  Catherine  Winkworth. 


7s. 

108    A  NGELS,  roll  the  rock  away  ! 

•***  Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey 
86 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension.     [108,  IQ9 

See,  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs  ;  angels,  raise 
Your  eternal  song  of  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Saints  on  earth  lift  up  your  eyes  ; 
Now  to  glory  3ee  Him  rise; 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 
Hail  and  sing  the  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  her  portals  wide  : 
Mighty  Conqueror,  through  them  ride ; 
King  of  glory,  take  Thy  throne  ; 
Boundless  empire  is  Thine  own. 

5  Holy  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit  three  in  One, 
Glory  as  of  old  to  Thee 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Thomas  Scott,  1769. 


L.  M. 
109  T  T  E  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

■*■-*•   Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  : 
A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here  's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  : 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men. 
But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 

Up  to  His  Father's  court  He  flies : 
87 


109,  no]  Jesus  Christ, 

Cherubic  legions  guard  Him  home, 
And  shout  Him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  He  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  ! 
Where,  now,  O  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  Grave  ? " 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


7s. 
110  A/T  ORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ; 
"*•         Jesus  dissipates  its  gloom : 
Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Christians,  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears : 
Look  on  His  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  His  power  to  save. 

3  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away : 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 

4  So  the  rising  sun  appears,     ^ 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
So  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

Dr.  W.  Bengo  Colly er,  1812. 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension,     [in,  112 

Psalm  XXIV.     C.  M. 
Ill  T    IFT  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates ! 
-*-^  Unfold,  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  :  see  !  He  comes 
With  His  celestial  train. 

2  Who  is  this  King  of  glory  —  who  ? 

The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned ; 
In  battle  mighty :  o'er  His  foes 
Eternal  victor  crowned. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  !  unfold, 

In  state  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  :  see  !  He  comes 
With  all  His  shining  train. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  —  who  ? 

The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned : 
Of  glory  He  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crowned. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 


Psalm  LXVIII.    L.  M. 


112 


T    ORD,  when  Thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
•*— '  Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  Thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  Thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
While  He  pronounced  His  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captives  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

89 


H2,  1 1 3]  yesus  Christ. 

4  Raised  by  His  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  XXIV.    L.  M. 
113  /^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
^-^   Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !  " 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  —  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !  " 

6  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  —  who  ? 

The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possest ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  blest. 

C.  Wesley,  1739. 
90 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension.    [114,  115 

7s. 
114  T  T  AIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
-*-  ■*■   Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  His  native  heaven. 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

3  See  He  lifts  His  hands  above  ! 
See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love  ! 
Hark,  His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below  ! 

4  Master  (will  we  ever  say), 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  Thy  faithful  servants,  see 
Ever  gazing  up  to  Thee. 

5  Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

6  There  we  shall  with  Thee  remain, 
Partners  of  Thy  endless  reign  ; 
There  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  Thee. 

C.  Wesley t  1739. 


115 


C.  M. 
IT  OS  ANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
•*■  ■*■   Who  clothed  Himself  in  clay  ! 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 
91 


H5,  1 1 6]  Jesus  Christ. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoiled  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  His  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  His  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  His  eyes  ! 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
From  the  right  hand  of  Majesty 
On  the  celestial  throne. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  His  blest  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings ; 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


L.  M. 
116  T  T  E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
■**  ■*■   What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  before  His  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  His  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  Justice  armed  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  Mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 
92 


Intercession  and  Reign  of  Christ.    [116,  117 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts  : 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  His  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  Him  our  humble  hopes  depend  ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


L.  M. 
117  \X  THERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
"        The  house  of  God,  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears  ; 
The  Patron  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  Brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  Fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  of  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part : 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

93 


1 1 7-1 1 9]  Jesus  Christ. 

5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

Michael  Bruce,  1745. 


C.  M. 

118  "\][  7TTH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

*  *     Of  our  High-Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bosom  glows  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  He  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood  ; 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  He  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  His  cries  and  tears ; 
And  in  His  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  His  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

C.  M. 

119  1VT  OW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
-*■  ^    Our  great  High-Priest  above, 

94 


Intercession  and  Reign  of  Christ.    [119,  120 

And  celebrate  His  constant  care, 
His  sympathy  and  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  heavenly  host, 
With  matchless  honor  crowned  ; 

3  The  names  of  all  His  saints  He  bears 

Deep  graven  on  His  heart ; 
Nor  shall  a  name  once  treasured  there 
E'er  from  His  care  depart. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems  and  monuments  and  crowns 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour  !  on  my  breast, 

May  Thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1738. 


C.  M. 
120    A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
■**-  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him,  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
95 


120,  121]  Jesus  Christ, 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Oh  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Edward  Perronel,  1 780. 


C.  M. 
121  HTHE  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
-■-    Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords, 

Is  His,  —  is  His  by  right ; 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
And  heaven's  eternal  light. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 
And  grants  His  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  Cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given ; 

Their  name  an  everlasting  name, 

Their  joy  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  surfer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above  ; 
96 


Intercession  and  Reign  of  Christ.  [121,  122 

Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  he  bore  is  life  and  health, 
Though  shame  and  death  to  Him  ; 
His  people's  hope,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1 820. 

8s  &  7s. 
122  T  T  AIL,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 
":   Hail,  thou  Galilean  King ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring : 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
By  Thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  Name  ! 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  were  on  Thee  laid ; 
By  Almighty  Love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made  : 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading ; 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare  ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 
7  97 


12  2,  123]  Jesus  Christ 

4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  ! 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  ImmanuePs  praise  ! 

5  Soon  we  shall,  with  those  in  glory, 

His  transcendent  grace  relate  ; 
Gladly  sing  the  amazing  story 

Of  His  dying  love  so  great : 
In  that  blessed  contemplation 

We  for  evermore  shall  dwell, 
Crowned  with  bliss  and  consolation, 

Such  as  none  below  can  tell. 

John  Bakewell,  1 760. 


Psalm  LXXII.    L.  M. 

123  T  ESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
J    Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  Head ; 
His  Name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  Name. 

98 


Intercession  and  Reign  of  Christ.  [123,  124 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more : 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


124 


C.  M. 
O ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
^  Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4.  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea : 
Ye  mountains,  sink  ;  ye  valleys,  rise  ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  His  way. 
99 


124,  125]  Jesus  Christ. 

5  Behold,  He  comes,  He  comes  to  bless 

The  nations,  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  His  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

8s  &  7s. 
125  T  T  ARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
"*■  ■*•    Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  ! 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  Thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  Thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own  : 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Chosen  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing ! 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
100 


The  Light  of  the  World.     [125-127 

Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory,  to  our  King !  " 

Thomas  Kelly,  1836. 


Psalm  LXXII.     L.  M. 

126  (~^  REAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 

^-*  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  Thy  Son, 
Extend  His  power,  exalt  His  throne. 

2  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 

So  shall  He  send  His  influence  down  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

3  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shade  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  His  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

4  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  His  days, 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  His  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

8s  &  7s. 

127  T    IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-*— '  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and,  by  Thyself  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise  ; 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 


127,  I2&]  Jesus  Christ. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  Thy  appearing  ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart. 

4  Come,  extend  Thy  wonted  favor 

To  our  ruined,  guilty  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  blest,  exalted  Saviour, 
Come,  apply  Thy  saving  grace. 

5  By  Thine  all-atoning  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
By  the  teachings  of  Thy  Spirit 
Guide  us  into  perfect  peace. 

C.  Wesley,  1744. 

7s. 
128  (~"*HRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
^-"    Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near  ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine, 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief : 
More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day  ! 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 


The  Light  of  the  World.     [129,  130 

c.  M. 
129  T)  RAISE  to  the  radiant  Source  of  bliss, 
•*■     Who  gives  the  blind  their  sight, 
And  scatters  round  their  wondering  eyes 
A  flood  of  sacred  light. 

2  In  paths  unknown  He  leads  them  on 

To  His  divine  abode, 
And  shows  new  miracles  of  grace 
Through  all  the  heavenly  road. 

3  The  ways  all  rugged  and  perplexed 

He  renders  smooth  and  straight, 
And  strengthens  every  feeble  knee 
To  march  to  Zion's  gate. 

4  Through  all  the  path  I'll  sing  His  Name, 

Till  I  the  Mount  ascend, 
Where  toils  and  storms  are  known  no  more, 
And  anthems  never  end  ! 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 740. 

L.  M. 
130  *\  \  THEN  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

*  *     The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  f  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 
103 


130,  131]  Jesus  Christ, 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem  \ 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  dangers'  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star !  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1 806. 


7s. 
131  TJ"  OLY  Jesus,  Saviour  blest, 

-*•  •*•   When,  by  passion  strong  possest, 
Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray, 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  when  like  night 
Error  dims  our  clouded  sight, 
Through  the  mists  of  sin  to  shine 
Thou  dost  rise,  the  Truth  divine. 

3  Holy  Jesus,  when  our  power 
Fails  us  in  temptation's  hour, 
All  unequal  to  the  strife, 
Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

4  Who  would  reach  his  heavenly  home, 
Who  would  to  the  Father  come, 
And  His  glorious  presence  see, 
Jesus,  he  must  come  by  Thee. 

Bishop  Mant,  1837. 
104 


Our  Guide  and  Shepherd,       [132,  133 

C.  M. 
132  'T'HOU  art  the  Way :  to  Thee  alone 
■*•  From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm, 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way  — the  Truth  — the  Life  ; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

G.  W.  Doane,  1824. 


C.  M. 


133 


HTO  Thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord, 
-*■    A  grateful  song  I'll  raise ; 
O  let  the  feeblest  of  Thy  flock 
Attempt  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

2  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  Thy  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  Thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed  ; 
105 


x33>  J34]  Jesus  Christ. 

Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

4  Nay,  should  I  walk  through  death's  dark  vale 

With  double  horrors  spread, 
Thy  rod  would  guide  my  doubtful  steps, 
And  guard  my  drooping  head. 

5  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd,  led  by  Thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear: 
Soon  shall  I  reach  Thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  Thee  better  there. 

Ottiwell  Heginbotham,  1765. 


134 


Psalm  LXXI.    C.  M. 
TV  y|"  Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
!▼  J-    When  I  begin  Thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  Thy  grace  ? 

Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  j 
And  since  I  knew  Thy  graces  first, 

I  speak  Thy  glories  more. 

My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  ; 
And  march,  with  courage,  in  Thy  strength, 

To  see  my  Father  God. 

When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  Thy  perfect  righteousness  ; 

And  mention  none  but  Thine. 

How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  victories  of  my  King  ! 
106 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge.     [134-136 

My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  sing. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ! 
With  this  delightful  song, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


8s  &  7s. 
135  /^NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

^-^   Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  O,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

L.  M.     6  lines. 
136  A  ^7" HEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 

And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  \ 
107 


136]  Jesus  Christ. 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way  j 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well ; 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe  \ 

At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 

4  If  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies  ; 
Still  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

5  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead  ! 

6  And  O  !  when  I  have  safely  past 

Through  every  conflict  but  the  last ; 

Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 

My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died ! 

Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 

And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away  ! 

Sir  Robert  Grant,  1839. 
108 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge,     [137,  138 

C.  M. 
137  A/T AJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
-*■*-■■    Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord  !  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

Dr.  Samuel  Stennett,  1 772. 


7s  double. 
138  T  ESUS,  Lover  of  my  soul, 
J    Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
109 


38]  Jesus  Christ. 

While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  : 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee. 
Leave,  ah  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer  ? 
Lo,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 

Lo,  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care. 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand  ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  j 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  Name  ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge,     [138,  139 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art : 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  : 

Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 


6s  &  4s. 
139  TWf  Y  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
™*-   Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
O,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine ! 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ! 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O,  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire  ! 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ! 
Bid  darkness  turn  to-day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
in 


139)  I4°]  Jesus  Christ, 


Blest  Saviour  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul ! 

Ray  Palmer,  1840. 


7s. 
140   "D  OCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

-*-^-  Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne  ; 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 

A.  M.  Toplady,  1776. 
112 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge.     [141,  142 

L.  M. 
141  HPHOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
-*•      My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend ; 
And  can  my  soul  from  Thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  Thy  words  impart ; 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  : 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine ; 

While  Thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  Thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name,  my  inmost  powers  adore  \ 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  : 
Depart  from  Thee  !  —  'tis  death,  'tis  more  — 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  Thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  : 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  Thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  Thine. 

Anne  Steele,  1 760. 

Psalm  LXI.    S.  M. 
142  Y\  7" HEN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 
Y  *       My  heart  within  me  dies ; 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
8  113 


142,  143]  Jesus  Christ. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  Thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade ! 

3  Within  Thy  presence,  Lord, 

Forever  I'll  abide : 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defense, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  Thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


143 


S.  M.  double. 
r  I  ^HOU  very  present  Aid 
■*       In  suffering  and  distress, 
The  soul  which  still  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 
The  soul  by  faith  reclined 

On  his  Redeemer's  breast, 
Midst  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  Thy  face  appears  ; 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 

And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 
It  hallows  every  cross  ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me ; 
And  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss, 

And  lose  myself  in  Thee. 
114 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge.     [143,  144 

3  Peace  to  the  troubled  heart, 

Health  to  the  sin-sick  mind, 
The  wounded  spirit's  balm  Thou  art, 

The  Healer  of  mankind. 
In  deep  affliction  blest 

With  Thee  I  mount  above, 
And  sing,  triumphantly  distrest, 

Thine  all-sufficient  Love. 

4  Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
In  vain  the  creature-streams  are  dry, 

I  have  the  Fountain  still. 
Stript  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  find  them  all  in  One  ; 
And  peace,  and  joy  that  never  ends, 

And  heaven,  in  Christ  alone. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 

C  M. 
144    T^EAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
-*-^     On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  O,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
115 


1 44~ !  4-6]  Jesus  Christ. 

And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Anne  Steely  1760. 

C  M. 
145   T  'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
■*-     Or  to  defend  His  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  His  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust : 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  His  Father's  face  ; 
And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

Isaac  Wafts,  1709. 


IIS. 


146 


HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  j 
What  more  can  He  say,  than  to  you  He  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled? 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge,     [146,  147 

2  In  every  condition,  —  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O,  be  not  dismayed  ; 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid : 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  My  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake ! 

George  Keith,  (?)   1787. 


C.  M. 

147  /^PPRESSED  with  noon-day's  scorching  heat, 
^-^  To  yonder  cross  I  flee  ; 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 
No  shade  like  this  for  me  ! 
117 


147,  l4%~]  Jesus  Christ. 

2  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst, 

A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 
And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst ; 
No  spring  like  this  for  me ! 

3  A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree  ; 
Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent : 
No  home  like  this  for  me ! 

4  For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 

Beside  that  cross  I  see  j 

I  here  cast  off  my  weariness  : 

No  rest  like  this  for  me  ! 

H.  Bonar,  1857. 


C.  M. 
148  T'HE  Saviour  !  O,  what  endless  charms 
J-     Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Wrapt  in  the  gloom  of  dark  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless  lay ; 
But  sovereign  mercy  reached  us  there, 
And  smiled  despair  away. 

3  The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 
11S 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge.     [148,  149 

;  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies  ; 
Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


6s  &  4s. 
149  T7IERCE  was  the  wild  billow, 
**■        Dark  was  the  night, 
Oars  labored  heavily, 

Foam  glittered  white, 
Trembled  the  mariners, 

Peril  was  high ; 
Then  said  the  God  of  God, 
"  Peace  !    It  is  I." 

2  Ridge  of  the  mountain-wave, 

Lower  thy  crest ! 
Wail  of  Euroclydon, 

Be  thou  at  rest! 
Sorrow  can  never  be, 

Darkness  must  fly, 
Where  saith  the  Light  of  Light, 

"  Peace  !  It  is  I !  " 

3  Jesus,  Deliverer, 

Come  Thou  to  me : 
Soothe  Thou  my  voyaging 

Over  life's  sea : 
Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death 

Roars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  Thou  Truth  of  Truth,  — 

"  Peace  !  It  is  I !  "     Amen. 

Anatolius,  died  458  ;  translated  by  J.  M.  Neale. 
119 


l5°>  I5I]  Jesus  Christ. 

S.  M. 
150  T    IKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 

J— '  That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  j 

2  O  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God  ; 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide  ; 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 
And,  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blessed. 

5  And  when  the  waves  of  ire 

Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 
The  ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire, 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

W.  A.  Muhlenberg,  1823. 

8s  &  7s. 
TN  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
■*•   Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  Cross  forsake  me  ; 

Lo,  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 


151 


Our  Friend  and  Refuge.     [151,  152 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  Cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  Cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bowring,  1825. 


152 


C.   M. 
T  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
■*■   "  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast : " 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living-water  !  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 


I52>  x53]  Jesus  Christ. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light : 
Look  unto  Me  ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus  and  I  found 
In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 
Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

H.  Bonar,  1857. 

L.  M.     6  lines. 
153  THOU  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 
A    Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am  while  Thou  art  mine  : 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 

2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 

And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above  : 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 

And  joy,  and  everlasting  love  : 
To  me,  with  Thy  great  name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art ; 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace  ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  j 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown : 

4  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  j 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power  j 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour  ; 


Love  to  Christ,  [I53~I55 

In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable  ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 

C.  Wesley,  1741. 


L.   M. 
154   T  ESUS  !  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
J    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  5 
'Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  earth  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies  ; 
Even  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea : 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

4  O,  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice  ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress  — 
Jesus  !  Thy  blood  and  righteousness  ! 

Count  Zinzendorf,  translated  by  C.  Wesley,  1740 


G.   M. 
155    T  ESUS  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
J    With  sweetness  fills  the  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  No  voice  can  sing,  no  heart  can  frame, 
Nor  can  the  memory  find 
123 


x55>  J56]  Jesus  Christ. 

A  sweeter  sound  than  Jesu's  name, 
The  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?     Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  : 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  Twelfth  Century  ; 

translated  by  E.  Caswall,  1849. 


L.    M. 
156  T  ESUS,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 

J    Thou  Fount  of  Life  !  Thou  Light  of  men ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  All ! 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  Living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still ! 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill ! 
124 


Love  to  Christ.  [156,  157 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  Thee  fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay ! 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ! 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light ! 

Bernard,  translated  by  Ray  Palmer,  1858. 


C.  P.  M. 

157  C\  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
^-^    O  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine ! 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  glorious  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord,  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face : 
125 


I57~I59]  Jesus  Christ. 

Then,  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 


C.  M. 
158   T  ESUS,  I  love  Thy  charming  name  ; 
J     'Tis  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


159 


7s. 
TT  ARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 
-*-  *    'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word  ; 

126 


Love  to  Christ,  [I59>  160 

Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be  ; 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee  ! 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? " 

6  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore  ! 

O  !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  ! 

W.  Cowper,  1779. 


C.  M. 
160  T  T  OW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
-*■■*■   Ina  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
127 


i6o,  161]  Jesus  Christ. 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then,  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

John  Navton,  1779. 


C.  M. 
161  T  ESUS,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
J    That  radiant  form  of  Thine  ! 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine  ! 

2  I  see  Thee  not,  I  hear  Thee  not, 
Yet  art  Thou  oft  with  me  ; 
128 


Love  to  Christ,  [161,  162 

And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  Thee. 

Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 

And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone  ; 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord  !  and  will, 

Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 

When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal, 

All  glorious  as  Thou  art ! 

Ray  Palmer,  1858. 


C.  M. 
162  TV  l\  Y  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 
■*■'■■"   I  hope  for  heaven  thereby ; 
Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not, 
I  must  forever  die. 

2  Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace, 

3  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony, 
Yea,  death  itself ;  and  all  for  me 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well ; 
9  129 


i62,  163]  Jesus  Christ. 

Not  for  the  sake  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell ; 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught ; 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But,  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord  ! 

6  So  would  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Xavkr,  1550;  translated  by  E.  Carnally  i»49- 


163  T  ESUS,  Jesus,  visit  me, 

J  How  my  soul  longs  after  Thee  ! 
When,  my  best,  my  dearest  Friend, 
Shall  our  separation  end  ? 

2  Lord,  my  longings  never  cease, 
Without  Thee  I  find  no  peace  ; 
'Tis  my  constant  cry  to  Thee, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  visit  me. 

3  Mean  the  joys  of  earth  appear, 
All  below  is  dark  and  drear  ; 
Nought  but  Thy  beloved  voice 
Can  my  wretched  heart  rejoice. 

4  Thou  alone,  my  gracious  Lord, 
Art  my  shield  and  great  reward  ; 
All  my  hope,  my  Saviour  Thou, 
To  Thy  sovereign  will  I  bow. 

5  Come,  inhabit  then  my  heart, 
Purge  its  sin,  and  heal  its  smart ; 
130 


Love  to  Christ  \}^Z->  l^A 

See,  I  ever  cry  to  Thee, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  visit  me. 

Patiently  I  wait  Thy  day ; 
For  this  gift  alone  I  pray, 
That  when  death  shall  visit  me 
Thou  my  Light  and  Life  wilt  be. 

Angelus,  1660;  translated  by  R.  P.  Dunn. 


L.  M. 
164  T  ESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be  ! 

J    A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  blush  to  think  of  noon. 

3  'Tis  evening  with  my  soul  till  He 
Bright  Morning  Star  bids  darkness  flee ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  morn  divine 
O'er  all  this  midnight  soul  of  mine. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No  ;  —  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain  — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 

131 


164,  165]  yesus  Christ. 

And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

Joseph  Grigg,  1735 


L.   M. 

165  "\J  OT  yet,  ye  people  of  His  grace, 
^  ^    Ye  see  your  Saviour  face  to  face ; 
Not  yet  enamored  eyes  ye  bring 
Unto  the  glory  of  your  King. 

2  Ye  follow  in  His  steps  below, 
Along  His  thorny  way  ye  go, 
Ye  stand  His  bitter  cross  beside, 
Ye  cling  to  Him,  the  Crucified. 

3  Upon  His  grace  ye  banquet  here  : 

Ye  know  Him  true,  ye  feel  Him  near  ; 
The  balm  of  His  dear  blood  ye  bless  ; 
Ye  wear  His  robe  of  righteousness. 

4  But  greater  shall  the  wonder  grow, 
But  mightier  shall  the  joy  o'erflow  ; 
Upon  your  Lord  ye  yet  shall  gaze 
And  look  your  love  and  sweet  amaze. 

5  O  make  me  meet  for  joy  like  this  ! 
O  !  grant  me  grace  to  bear  the  bliss, 
To  set  my  heart  on  Thee  below, 
Nor  other  lord  or  love  to  know. 

6  Then  shall  I  set  mine  eyes  on  Thee  ; 
The  King  in  all  His  beauty  see, 
And  gazing  on  for  evermore, 

Glow  with  the  beauty  I  adore. 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  1859. 
132 


Love  to  Christ.  [166,  167 

S.  M. 

166  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
*~*-  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 

Tune  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  : 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ! 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  the  Eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  !  " 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

William  Hammond,  1745. 

C.  M. 

167  (~\    FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
^-^  My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 
133 


167,  1 68]  Jesus  Christ. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace  ! 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin  ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  Him,  ye  deaf;  His  praise,  ye  dumb, 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come. 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy  ! 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 


168 


L.  M. 

WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring, 
To  Thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  Thy  name  ? 

Worthy  is  He,  who  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  who  groaned  and  died, 

Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  His  Almighty  Father's  side. 
134 


Love  to  Christ.  [168,  169 

3  All  riches  are  His  native  right, 

Yet  He  sustained  amazing  loss  ; 
To  Him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  His  weakness  on  the  cross. 

4  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 
While  glory  shines  around  His  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5  Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men  ! 
Let  angels  sound  His  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.   M. 
169  /^OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
^-"  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :  " 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 
135 


1 69-1 7 1]  Jesus  Christ. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.   M. 

170  A  RISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 
•**■  And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 

His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell ; 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  He  placed ; 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

C.  M. 

171  f^OME,  Thou  Desire  of  all  Thy  saints, 
^    Our  humble  strains  attend, 

136 


Love  to  Christ.  [171,  172 

While  with  our  praises  and  complaints 
Low  at  Thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  Thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 

And  all  Thy  sufferings  trace, 

What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear, 

What  rich  unbounded  grace  ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

4  Come,  Lord,  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  Thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  shine 

And  fill  Thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

6  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, 

Come,  great  Redeemer,  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  Thy  children  home  ! 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


C.   M. 
172  T^EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
*^  My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  Thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  Thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  Thy  death 
Thy  Father  smiles  again  ; 
i37 


I72>  *73]  Jesus  Christ. 

'Tis  by  Thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find : 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begin  : 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear  ; 
His  grace  removes  my  sin. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


173 


6s  &  4s. 

COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 
Spread  Jesus'  fame  : 
Tell  what  His  love  hath  done  \ 
Trust  in  His  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  His  lofty  throne, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

join  our  glad  theme  : 
Beauty  for  ashes  bring  ; 
Strike  each  melodious  string  ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 
138 


Love  to  Christ.  [173,  174 

Hark  !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  His  name ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  ! " 

James  Boden,  1801. 


174 


L.   M. 
A  \  TE  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 
*  *     Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters,  God  is  Love  ; 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup  ; 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light ; 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1820. 
139 


*75>  176]  The  Holy  Spirit, 

€|)c  i^olp  £girit. 

8s  &  4s. 

175  /^iUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
^-^     His  last  farewell, 

A  guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  subdue  ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  He  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

3  He  comes,  His  graces  to  impart, 

A  willing  guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear 

As  breeze  of  even  ; 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  all  the  good  that  we  possess, 

His  gift  we  own  ; 
Yea,  every  thought  of  holiness, 
And  victory  won. 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace  ! 

Our  weakness  see  ; 
O,  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  Thee  ! 

Harriet  Auber>  1829. 

L.  M. 

176  17  TERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 

■*— '  And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace ; 
140 


The  Holy  Spirit.  [176,  177 

Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know, 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
All  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


L.  M. 
177  r^OME,  O  Creator-Spirit  blest ! 

^"  And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest  : 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter  !  to  Thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  Fount  of  life !     O  Fire  of  love  ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love  ; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead  ; 

141 


177.  178]  The  Holy  Spirit 

So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Veni  Creator  Spiritus.     Translated  by  E.  CaswalL 


L.  M. 

178  /^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

7*   My  sinful  maladies  remove  ; 
Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way  \ 
Plant  holy  fear  within  mine  heart, 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  Living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray  ; 
Lead  me  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

5  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  to  Thy  Word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  sure  directions  how  to  live. 

6  Thus  I,  conducted  still  by  Thee, 
Of  God  a  child  beloved  shall  be, 
Here  to  His  family  pertain, 
Hereafter  with  Him  ever  reign. 

Simon  Browne,  1720. 
142 


The  Holy  Spirit.  [179,  180 

c.  M. 
179  Z^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^-"  With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  \ 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ! 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

S.  M. 
180  "DLEST  Comforter  Divine! 
*-*  Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amidst  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw,  with  Thy  still  small  voice, 

From  every  sinful  way  ; 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 

Though  earthly  joys  decay. 
143 


i8o,  181]  The  Holy  Spirit 

3  By  Thine  inspiring  breath 
Make  every  cloud  of  care, 

And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  O  fill  Thou  every  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 

Great  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  Thy  grace. 

Anon. 


S.   M. 
181  POME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

^-"  Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  Show  us  that  loving  Man 
That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 

The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 
144 


The  Holy  Spirit,  [i 81-183 

6  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  ! 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 


7s. 

182  T-J0LY  GHOST,  with  light  divine, 
■*■       Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away ; 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

.  Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

Andrew  Reed,  1841. 

S.  M. 

183  T    ORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
-■— '  In  this  accepted  hour, 

As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place, 
10  145 


183,  184]  The  Holy  Spirit. 

And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

James  Montgo7nery,  1819. 


184 


C.  M. 
OPIRIT  of  Truth!  on  this  Thy  day, 
^   To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

We  ask  not,  Lord,  Thy  cloven  flame, 
Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 

But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 
Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 

Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 
No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 
146 


The  Holy  Spirit  [184-186 

Yet  hope  to  feel  Thy  comfort  near, 
And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay, 

With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 

Bishop  Heber,  1S27. 


185 


C.  M. 
"I  \  7"HY  should  the  children  of  a  king 

*  *     Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 

And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  \ 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


L.  M. 
186   /^OME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 

^  And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love  ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  Thy  God-like  power  be  known. 
i47 


1 86,  187]  The  Holy  Spirit 

2  Speak  Thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise, 

While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  O  let  a  holy  flock  await 
Numerous  around  Thy  temple-gate  ; 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 

A  living  sacrifice  to  Thee. 

4  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  Thy  church  arise  ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


187 


L.  M. 
O  TAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  ! 
*-*  Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  Thy  grace  received  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  Thy  goodness  grieved ; 

3  Yet,  O,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest ! 
Nor,  in  Thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  Thy  people's  rest. 

4  O  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  by  Thy  gracious  hand ; 
148 


The  Holy  Spirit.         [187,  188 

Guide  me  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 


CM. 
188  /^REAT  Father  of  each  perfect  gift, 
^-*   Behold  Thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  Thy  gate. 

2  O  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  cheer  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  With  speedy  flight  may  He  descend, 

And  solid  comfort  bring, 
And  o'er  our  languid  souls  extend 
His  all-reviving  wing. 

4  Blest  Earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our.  sins  forgiven  : 
And  bear  with  energy  divine 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

5  Diffuse,  O  God,  Thy  copious  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  the  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1736. 


149 


189]  Hymns  of  Worship. 


ijjpmttg  of  J©or$)ig. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.    H.  M. 

189  T    ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
■*— '  How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples,  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 

With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wandering  swallows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  rest : 
My  spirit  faints  with  equal  zeal 
To  rise  and  dwell  among  Thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still,  and  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Till  each  arrives  at  length  ; 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  ; 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 

5  To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 
IS© 


The  Sanctuary.  [189,  J90 

Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 

To  keep  the  door,  than  shine  in  courts. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  XLVIII.    S.  M. 
190  T^AR  as  Thy  name  is  known, 

*■      The  world  declares  Thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  Thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  Thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  Thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well  — 

4  The  order  of  Thy  house, 

The  worship  of  Thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 
151 


1 91,  192]       Hymns  of  Worship 

H 


Psalm  LXXXIV.    L.  M. 

191  J  J  OW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are  ! 

With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  the  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  Thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  Thee  ? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  \ 

God  is  their  strength :  and  through  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  \ 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.    L.  M. 

192  C*  REAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 

^^  The  joy  that  from  Thy  presence  springs  ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  Thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 
152 


The  Sanctuary.  [192,  193 

Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place, 
Within  Thy  house,  O  God  of  grace  ; 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  the  door. 

God  is  our  Sun,  He  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  Shield,  He  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

O  God  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  Thy  presence  flee, 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  Thee. 

Isaac  Watts  y  17 19. 


L.  M. 
193  C  WEET  is  the  solemn  voice  that  calls 
^  The  Christian  to  the  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  love  to  stand  within  its  walls, 

For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  present  there. 

2  I  love  to  tread  the  hallowed  courts, 

Where  two  or  three  for  worship  meet ; 
For  thither  Christ  Himself  resorts, 
And  makes  the  little  band  complete. 

3  'Tis  sweet  to  raise  the  common  song, 

To  join  in  holy  praise  and  love  ; 
And  imitate  the  blessed  throng 

That  mingle  hearts  and  songs  above. 
i53 


I93~I95]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

4  Within  these  walls  may  peace  abound, 
May  all  our  hearts  in  one  agree  ! 
Where  brethren  meet,  where  Christ  is  found, 
May  peace  and  concord  ever  be  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1847. 

Psalm  CXXXV.    L.  M. 
194  13  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  His  name, 
■*■     While  in  His  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  saints,  who  to  His  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  His  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praise  His  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
Israel  He  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  His  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  Himself  will  judge  His  saints  ; 

He  treats  His  servants  as  His  friends  ; 
And,  when  He  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  He  sends. 

4  Through  every  age,  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  the  oppressor's  rod ; 
He  gives  His  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  will  be  known  the  Almighty  God. 

5  Bless  ye  the  Lord  who  taste  His  love  ; 

People  and  priests,  exalt  His  name  : 
Amongst  His  saints  He  ever  dwells  ; 
His  church  is  His  Jerusalem. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

Psalm  CXXII.     S.  P.  M. 

195  TIT  OW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
-*-  A    To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !  " 
i54 


The  Sanctuary.  [I95>  l9§ 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  His  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  : 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad  ; 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad  ; 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest ; 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows  — 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !  " 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  His  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  CXXII.    C.  M. 
196  TIT  OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
■*■       My  friends  devoutly  say  : 
i55 


196,  197]         Hymns  of  Worship. 

"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  His  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints ; 

And,  while  His  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  : 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell ; 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Isaac  Watts )  1 7 19. 

Psalm  XXVII.    C.  M. 
197  HTHE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
*■    And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 
O  grant  me  an  abode 
156 


198 


The  Scriptures.  [i97>  198 

Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  Thy  beauty  still ; 

Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  His  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high, 
Above  my  foes  around ; 

And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  Thy  temple  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

Psalm  XIX.    L.  M. 
HPHE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
-*-       In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess  3 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  : 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  Thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run  : 
157 


198,  199]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  Thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  Thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

C.  M. 
199  rTvHE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
■*-    And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat  j 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise,  — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
158 


The  Scriptures.  [199-201 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Cozvper,  1779. 


Psalm  XIX.     S.  M. 
200  "D  EHOLD  the  morning  sun 
*~*   Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 
It  spreads  diviner  light ; 

It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  Thy  word  ! 
And  all  Thy  judgments  just ; 

Forever  sure  Thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  Thy  directions  given  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


201 


CM. 
T^HOU  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 
-*-    Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  Thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 

Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 

But  in  Thy  sacred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 
i59 


201,  202]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

O  come  with  blissful  ray, 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

5  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love  ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  Thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

6  O,  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 

The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  cheering  beams 
Of  His  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Anne  Steele \  1760. 


Psalm  XIX.    L.  P.  M. 

202  T  LOVE  the  volume  of  Thy  word  j 

-*-     What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford, 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed. 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  Thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  passed, 
Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 
160 


The  Scriptures.  [202,  203 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  Thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  Thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


203 


CM. 

"RATHER  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 
-■■    What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around, 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

O,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 

And  still  increasing  light. 
161 


203-205]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  Thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  Thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Anne  Steele,  1 760. 


Psalm  CXIX.    C.  M. 
204  C\  HOW  I  love  Thy  holy  law  ! 
^-^  'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  Thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  Thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  Thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And,  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope  ; 
And  there  I  write  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

Psalm  CXIX.    C.  M. 
205  T    ORD,  I  have  made  Thy  word  my  choice, 
-L^'  My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  Thy  love, 
And  keep  Thy  laws  in  sight ; 
162 


206 


The  Scrip  hires.  [205,  206 

While  through  the  promises  I  rove 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 

And  hidden  glory  lies. 

The  best  relief  that  mourners  have  : 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 

And  our  eternal  rest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


C.  M. 
T    ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
J— '     I  fly  to  Thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears 
But  in  Thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  griefs  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
In  almost  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
163 


2o6,  207]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

My  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  may  Thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 
My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  Thy  right  hand. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Psalm  CXIX.     C.  M. 

207  T  T  OW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
■*■  -*-    And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rule  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  Thy  law,  my  God. 

5  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 
164 


The  Scriptures.  [208,  209 

C.  M. 
208  "LJ  0W  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp,  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 

C.  M. 
209  C\  WHEREFORE  Lord,  doth  Thy  dear  praise 
^-^     But  tremble  on  my  tongue  ? 
Why  lack  my  lips  sweet  skill  to  raise 
A  full,  triumphant  song? 

2  O  make  me,  Lord,  Thy  statutes  learn  ! 

Keep  in  Thy  ways  my  feet ; 
Then  shall  my  lips  divinely  burn  ; 
Then  shall  my  songs  be  sweet. 

3  Each  sin  I  cast  away  shall  make 

My  soul  more  strong  to  soar  ; 
Each  work  I  do  for  Thee  shall  wake 
A  strain  divine  the  more. 

4  My  voice  shall  more  delight  Thine  ear, 

The  more  I  wait  on  Thee  ; 
Thy  service  bring  my  song  more  near 
The  angelic  harmony. 
165 


209,  2io]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

5  O  wherefore  swells  so  sweet  above 

The  everlasting  hymn  ? 
Thy  will  they  work,  Thy  law  they  love, 
Those  tuneful  Seraphim. 

6  O  when  shall  perfect  holiness 

Make  this  poor  voice  divine, 
And  all  harmonious  heaven  confess 
No  sweeter  song  than  mine  ? 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  1849. 

7s. 
210  C  AFELY  through  another  week 
^  God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best ; 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  care  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise  ; 

Let  us  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear  : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
166 


The  Sabbath,  [210-212 

Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

John  Newton^  1779. 


L.  M. 
211    A  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
"**■    Another  Sabbath  is  begun  : 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest ; 
Enjoy  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ! 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  calm  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows. 

3  That  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast ! 
It  is  the  pledge  of  that  dear  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains,  — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away. 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

Joseph  Stennett,  1 7 12. 

7s  &  6s. 
212  C\  DAY  of  rest  and  gladness, 
^-^   O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ! 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 
Bending  before  the  throne, 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 
To  the  Great  Three  in  One  ! 
167 


212,  213]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  \ 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest  \ 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1 865. 


C.  M. 
213  "D  LEST  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 
*-*  Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  Him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  His  dark  abode. 
168 


The  Sabbath.  [213,  214 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  the  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force, 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain : 
The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  Thy  great  Name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Psalm  CXVIII.    C.  M. 

214  ''"PHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

•*■     He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 

And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumph  spread, 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord ;  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  Thy  throne. 


214,215]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  His  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains, 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  He  reigns, 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


L.   M. 
215  T    ORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
-^  On  this  Thy  day,  in  this  Thy  house  ; 
And  own  as  grateful  sacrifice 
The  songs  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  j 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues  : 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun. 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long-expected  day,  begin, 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ! 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1737. 
170 


The  Sabbath.  [216 

S.  M.     8  lines. 
216    A  GAIN  the  Sabbath  morn 

■^^  Calls  us  to  prayer  and  praise ; 
Waking  our  hearts  to  gratitude 
With  its  enlivening  rays. 

But  Christ  yet  brighter  shone, 

Quenching  the  morning  beam ; 
When  triumphing  from  death  He  rose, 
And  raised  us  up  with  Him. 

2  When  first  the  world  sprang  forth, 

In  majesty  arrayed, 
And  bathed  in  streams  of  purest  light ; 
What  power  was  there  displayed  ! 
But  O,  what  love  !  —  when  Christ, 

For  our  transgressions  slain, 
Was  by  the  Eternal  Father  raised 
For  us  to  life  again. 

3  His  new-created  world 

The  mighty  Maker  viewed, 
With  thousand  lovely  tints  adorned  ; 
And  straight  pronounced  it  good. 
But  O  !  much  more  He  joyed 
That  self-same  world  to  see, 
Washed  in  the  Lamb's  all-saving  blood 
From  its  impurity. 

4  Nature  each  day  renews 

Her  beauty  evermore  ; 
Whence  to  God's  hidden  Majesty 
The  soul  is  taught  to  soar. 
But  Christ  the  Light  of  all, 
The  Father's  image  blest, 
Gives  us  to  see  our  God  Himself, 
In  flesh  made  manifest. 
171 


2 1 6-2 1 8]       Hymns  of  Worship. 


5  Blest  Trinity !  vouchsafe 

That,  to  Thy  guidance  true, 
What  Thou  forbiddest  we  may  shun  ; 
What  Thou  commandest  do. 

Translated  from  the  Latin,  by  E.  Caswall,  1849. 

S.  M. 
217  Vy  ELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest 
v  v     That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


H.  M. 
218  AXTELCOME,  delightful  morn  j 
*  *     Thou  day  of  sacred  rest, 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  : 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blessed 


From  the  low  train 
Of  mortal  toys, 


I  soar  to  reach 
Immortal  joys. 
172 


The  Sabbath.  [218,  219 

Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face  : 


And  learn  to  know 
And  fear  the  Lord. 


Let  sinners  feel 
Thy  quickening  word, 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Display  the  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours  : 


Then  shall  my  soul 
New  life  obtain, 


Nor  Sabbath  days 
Be  spent  in  vain. 

Hayward. 


7s. 


219 


C\&  this  day,  the  first  of  days, 
^S  God  the  Father's  name  we  praise  \ 
Who,  creation's  fount  and  spring, 
Did  the  world  from  darkness  bring. 
On  this  day  the  eternal  Son 
Over  death  His  triumph  won  ; 
On  this  day  the  Spirit  came 
With  His  gifts  of  living  flame. 

;  O  that  fervent  love  to-day 

May  in  every  heart  have  sway, 

Teaching  us  to  praise  aright 

God,  the  source  of  life  and  light. 

Father,  who  didst  fashion  me 

Image  of  Thyself  to  be, 

Fill  me  with  Thy  love  divine, 

Let  my  every  thought  be  Thine. 
Translated  from  the,  Latin,  by  Sir  Henry  W.  Baker,  i860. 
173 


220,  22 1]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

c.  M. 

220  A  \  7TTH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

*  *     Which  God  hath  called  His  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  His  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair  ! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  !  O,  deign  to  dwell 

Within  Thy  church  below  ; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found  ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite, 
To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  Thou  hast  called  Thine  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  Thy  throne. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 

S.  M. 

221  C  WEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
^  Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 

To  praise  Thy  name,  and  hear  Thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 
Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 
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222 


The  Sabbath.  [221,  222 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  best, 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


Psalm  XCII.    L.  M. 
O  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
**-*  To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 


To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grass  they  nourish  till  Thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

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222-224]       Hymns  of  Worship, 

6  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

C.  M. 

223  "\ \  fHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

*  *     And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week. 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light. 

3  Sweet  day,  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease  ; 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 

C.  M. 

224  T7REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
-*■      To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 

176 


The  Sabbath,  [224,  225 

And  yet,  how  slow  devotion  burns  ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love ; 

Our  follies,  Lord,  forgive : 
We  would  be  like  Thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  Thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine  ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

5  There  shall  we  join,  and  never  tire, 

To  sing  immortal  lays  ; 
And,  with  the  bright,  seraphic  choir, 
Sound  forth  ImmanuePs  praise. 

Simon  Browne,  1 720. 


7s. 
225  "f7  RE  another  Sabbath's  close, 
-*--'   Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord !  our  song  ascends  to  Thee  ; 
At  Thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  Thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  Heaven ! 

3  Cold  our  services  have  been  ; 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 

12  177 


225,  226]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

But  Thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive  ; 
By  Thy  grace  alone  we  live  ! 

4  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  Thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ! 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  Thee  at  last ! 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  Thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end  ! 

Sir  Roundel!  Palmer's  Book  of  Praise,  1852. 


C.  M.  double. 
226  AUHILST  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
VV    Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled  ! 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 
3  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
178 


Opening  of  Service.       [226.  227 

Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 

That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Helen  Maria  Williams,  1786 


Psalm  LXIII.     C.  M. 

227  17  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
*— *  I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand ; 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power 

Through  all  Thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  Thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19 


[79 


228,  229]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

L.  M.    6s. 
228  T7ORTH  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
-*-      Lord,  to  Thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour,  we  seek  Thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  Thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away  ! 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  Thy  rest  in  vain  : 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost  : 
Low  at  Thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord,  Thy  guests  away  ! 

Bishop  Heber,  1827. 


Psalm  LXIII.     L.  M. 
229  r*  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
^-*  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  Thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  Thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  Thine,  by  sacred  ties 
Thy  son,  Thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  Thee  I  long,  to  Thee  I  look ; 
As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  to  appear 

Among  Thy  saints,  and  seek  Thy  face  : 
Oft  have  I  seen  Thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 
180 


Opening  of  Service.  [229-231 

I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  XCV.     S.  M. 

230  /^OME,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 
^"  And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


7s. 
231  T^O  Thy  temple  I  repair, 

-1-    Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-seat. 
181 


231,  232]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

2  While  Thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness. 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  j 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  Thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

6  From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


S.  M. 
232  T    ORD,  bid  Thy  light  arise 
■*— '     On  all  Thy  people  here, 
And  when  we  raise  our  longing  eyes 
O  may  we  find  Thee  near  ! 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 
To  quicken  every  soul, 

And  hearts  the  most  rebellious  bend 
To  Thy  divine  control. 
182 


Opening  of  Service,        [232,  233 

3  Stir  up  the  blind  and  dead, 

With  Thine  awakening  grace  ; 
Teach  wandering  sinners  how  to  tread 
Thy  paths,  and  seek  Thy  face. 

4  Let  all  that  own  Thy  name 

Thy  sacred  image  bear  ; 
And  light  in  every  heart  the  flame 
Of  watchfulness  and  prayer. 

5  Since  in  Thy  love  we  see 

Our  only  sure  relief, 
O,  raise  our  earthly  minds  to  Thee, 
And  help  our  unbelief. 

Anon. 


C.  M. 
233    A  GAIN  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
*■*'  And  to  Thy  courts  repair  ; 
Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come, 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear  ! 

Thy  presence  now  display  ; 
We  bow  within  Thy  house  of  prayer ; 
O,  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

3  The  clouds  which  veil  Thee  from  our  sight, 

In  pity,  Lord,  remove  ; 
Dispose  our  minds  to  hear  aright 
The  message  of  Thy  love. 

4  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind,  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 
183 


2 33'  234]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  Thy  love, 
Our  fainting  hopes  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  Thy  blessing  from  on  high, 
To  aid  our  feeble  praise. 

John  Newton,  1776. 


7s. 
234  II     ORD,  we  come  before  Thee  now ; 
-*— '  At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O,  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion  now  descend  : 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn  ; 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Strong  in  faith,  in  love,  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

William  Hammond,  1 745. 
184 


235 


236 


Opening  of  Service.        [235,  236 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
T  N  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
■*•  We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling, 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear ; 
Hear  with  meekness  ; 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 

May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 
Till  Thy  glory 
Without  cloud  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter; 

All  Thy  people  shall  adore  ; 

Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before  ; 

Full  enjoyment ; 

Full,  unmixed  for  evermore. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1815. 

C.  M. 
T    ORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 
-*— '  And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

Our  broken  spirit  pitying  see  ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 

Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 

When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosoms  share, 

Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 
185 


2 3^'  237~\       Hymns  of  Worship. 

4  May  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies. 

5  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  tfte  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

Joseph  Dacre  Carlyle,  1805. 

L.  M. 
237  TT  OSANNA  to  the  Living  Lord  ! 

A  *■    Hosanna  to  the  Incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heaven,  hosanna  sing. 

2  "  Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thine  angels  cry ; 
"  Hosanna,"  Lord,  Thy  saints  reply ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 
The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name 
Here  we  Thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal,  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Bishop  Heber,  1811. 
186 


Close  of  Service.  [238,  239 


IOS. 


238 


O  AVIOUR,  again  to  Thy  dear  Name  we  raise 
^  With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise  ; 
We  stand  to  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease, 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of  peace. 

2  Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way  ; 
With  Thee  began,  with  Thee  shall  end  the  day ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy  Name. 

3  Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the  coming  night, 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 

From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  children  free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly  life, 
Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife  ; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict  cease, 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern. 

L.   M. 
239  /^OME,  dearest  Lord,  descend,  and  dwell, 
^  By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength  ; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  Thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know ; 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 
187 


240,  241]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
240  T    ORD,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
•*-*'  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. 

Ever  faithful 
To  the  truth,  may  we  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Walter  Shirley,  1774. 


L.    M. 
241  "Ty  SMISS  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord  ; 
-^  Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

Joseph  Hart,  1762. 


188 


Close  of  Service.  [242>  243 

c.  M. 
242    A  LMIGHTY  God,  Thy  word  is  cast 
■**•  Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove, 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy, 
But  let  it  yield,  a  hundred-fold, 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Nor  let  Thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  Thy  throne, 
Return  to  Thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  Thy  Son. 

5  Oft  as  Thy  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

John  Cawood,  1825. 


S.  M. 
243  f^NCE  more  before  we  part, 
^-^  O  bless  the  Saviour's  name 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

2  Lord,  in  Thy  grace  we  came, 
That  blessing  still  impart ; 
We  met  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 
iSq 


243-245]      -Hymns  of  Worship. 

3  Still  on  Thy  holy  word 

Help  us  to  feed,  and  grow, 

Still  to  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practice  what  we  know. 

4  Now,  Lord,  before  we  part, 

Help  us  to  bless  Thy  name : 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 

Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

Joseph  Hart,  1762. 


L.  M. 
244  "I     ORD,  now  we  part  in  Thy  blest  name, 
*-**  In  which  we  here  together  came  ; 
Grant  us,  our  few  remaining  days, 
To  work  Thy  will  and  spread  Thy  praise. 

2  Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless 

Thee,  Lord,  our  strength  and  righteousness ; 
Grant  that  we  all  may  meet  above, 
Where  we  shall  better  sing  Thy  love. 

3  To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Bishop  Hebery  1 81 2. 


7s. 
245  ~\T  OW  may  He  who  from  the  dead 

^  ^    Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
190 


246 


Morning.  [245>  24^ 

May  He  teach  us  to  fulfill 

What  is  pleasing  in  His  sight ; 
Perfect  us  in  all  His  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 

To  that  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 

Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

Psalm  V.     C.  M. 
T    ORD,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
•*-^  My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; 

Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 

Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 

And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

O  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 
191 


24 7 »  24§]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

L.  M. 
247  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
^^  Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  Eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ! 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake  ! 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bishop  Ken,  1700. 

Psalm  CXLI.    L.  M. 
248  A/I  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

-*-*-*-    Like  morning  incense  in  Thy  house  ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 
192 


Morning.  [248,  249 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 

The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief ; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


L.  M. 


249 


"\J  EW  every  morning  is  the  love 

■*•  ~    Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove 


Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life  and  power  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  when  we  pray : 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  Old  friends,  old  scenes  will  lovelier  be 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

13  i93 


249?  25°]       Hymns  of  Worship, 

5  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask  ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  ;  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

6  Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above  ; 
And  help  us  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

John  Keble,  1827. 


L.  M.     6  lines. 


250 


\"X  THEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 

*  *     The  morning  light  salutes  my  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  heaven's  all  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name  : 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  Thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  As  every  day  Thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares  ; 
O  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  Thou  my  counselor  and  friend : 
Teach  me  Thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  Thy  great  example  mine. 

4  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

194 


Morning.  [25°>  25I 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest : 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.,  1813. 


Psalm  CXXXIX.     iis  &  10s. 

"  When  I  am  awake,  I  am  still  with  Thee." 

251  OTILL,  still  with   Thee  —  when  purple  morning 
**-*  breaketh, 

When  the  bird  waketh,  and  the  shadows  flee  ; 
Fairer  than  morning,  lovelier  than  the  daylight, 
Dawns  the  sweet  consciousness,  I  am  with  Thee ! 

2  Alone  with  Thee  —  amid  the  mystic  shadows, 

The  solemn  hush  of  nature  newly  born  ; 
Alone  with  Thee  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the  morn. 

3  As  in  the  dawning,  o'er  the  waveless  ocean, 

The  image  of  the  morning-star  doth  rest, 
So  in  this  stillness,  Thou  beholdest  only 
Thine  image  in  the  waters  of  my  breast. 

4  Still,  still  with  Thee  !  as  to  each  new-born  morning 

A  fresh  and  solemn  splendor  still  is  given, 
So  does  this  blessed  consciousness  awaking, 

Breathe,  each  day,  nearness  unto  Thee  and  heaven. 
195 


251,  252]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

5  When  sinks  the  soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to  slumber, 

Its  closing  eye  looks  up  to  Thee  in  prayer, 
Sweet  the  repose  beneath  Thy  wings  o'ershading, 
But  sweeter  still,  to  wake  and  find  Thee  there. 

6  So  shall  it  be  at  last,  in  that  bright  morning, 

When  the  soul  waketh,  and  life's  shadows  flee  ; 
O  in  that  hour,  fairer  than  daylight  dawning, 

Shall  rise  the  glorious  thought  —  I  am  with  Thee. 
Harriet  Beecher  Stowe,  1867. 


L.  M. 
252  r**  OD  of  my  life  !  through  all  my  days 

^**  My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  Thy  praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But  O,  when  that  last  conflict 's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
And  emulate  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  Thy  throne. 
196 


Evening.  [252,  253 

The  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  live  ; 
A  work  so  sweet,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  and  crowns  eternity. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 75 1. 


L.  M. 
253  /"^LORY  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
^-^  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close  : 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  • 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest ; 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  \ 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 

Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

Bishop  Ken,  1700. 
197 


254>  255]        Hymns  of  Worship. 

L.  M. 
254  1V/T Y  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  ! 
iYA   Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command  ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts y  1 709. 

C.    M. 
255  T  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
**   From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 
198 


Evening.  [255>  256 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Phcebe  H.  Brown,  1 825. 


256  TNSPIRER  and  Hearer  of  prayer, 

A   Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  Thine, 
My  all  to  Thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  or  waking  resign. 
If  Thou  art  my  Shield  and  my  Sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me  ; 
And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  Thee. 

2  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh  ■ 
And  songs  His  kind  presence  indeed 

Shall  in  the  night  season  supply. 
His  smiles  and  His  comforts  abound, 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  He  delights  to  defend. 

3  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 

To  watch  while  Thy  saints  are  asleep  ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep. 
Bright  seraphs,  dispatched  from  the  throne, 

Repair  to  their  stations  assigned  ; 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down 

To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 
199 


256>  257]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

4  Their  worship  no  interval  knows  ; 
Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And  while  they  protect  my  repose, 

They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King. 
I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 

Their  chorus  forever  shall  join, 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 
Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 


L,  M. 
257  HPHUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  ; 

•**     Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days  : 
And  every  evening  should  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorials  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past ; 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  \ 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  : 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  His  name  forbids  my  fear  ; 

O  may  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart  \ 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground  ; 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
200 


Evening.  [25^  259 

6s  &  4s. 
258  "C"ATHER  of  love  and  power, 

-*-      Guard  Thou  our  evening  hour, 

Shield  with  Thy  might : 
For  all  Thy  care  this  day 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay, 
And  to  our  Father  pray, 

Bless  us  to-night.    - 

2  Jesus  Immanuel, 

Come  in  Thy  love  to  dwell 

In  hearts  contrite : 
For  many  sins  we  grieve, 
But  we  Thy  grace  receive, 
And  in  Thy  word  believe  ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Shed  forth  Thy  light ! 
Heal  every  sinner's  smart, 
Still  every  throbbing  heart, 
And  Thine  own  peace  impart ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 

George  Raw  son,  1 853. 

L.   M. 

259  CUN  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
^   It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near  ; 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 


259>  26o]         Hymns  of  Worship. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  \ 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 

Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

J.  Keble,  1827. 


L.  M. 
260  (~^REAT  God  !  to  Thee  my  evening  song 
^-*  With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 
O,  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  Thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 
202 


Evening,  [260-262 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ;  His  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  name  ! 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

8s,  6s,  &  8s. 
261  T    ORD  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 
■*— '  Hath  led  me  on  till  now, 
Here  lowly  at  the  hour  of  prayer 

Before  Thy  throne  I  bow  ; 
I  bless  Thy  gracious  hand,  and  pray 
Forgiveness  for  another  day. 

2  O  may  I  daily,  hourly,  strive 

In  heavenly  grace  to  grow  ; 
To  Thee  and  to  Thy  glory  live, 

Dead  else  to  all  below  ; 
Tread  in  the  path  my  Saviour  trod, 
Though  thorny,  yet  the  path  to  God ! 

3  With  prayer  my  humble  praise  I  bring 

For  mercies  day  by  day  ; 
Lord,  teach  my  heart  Thy  love  to  sing, 

Lord,  teach  me  how  to  pray  ! 
All  that  I  have,  I  am,  to  Thee 
I  offer  through  Eternity  ! 

Sir  Roundell  Palmer's  Book  of  Praise,  1858. 

7s. 
262  C  OFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
^   Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
203 


262,  263]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee  : 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee  : 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity  ; 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Bishop  G.  W.  Doane,  1824. 


S.  M. 

263  T^HE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent ; 
-*-    Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  Thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now  ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er  : 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore. 

J.  Mason  Neale,  1854. 
204 


Evening,  [264 

6s,  4s,  &  6s. 
264  HTHE  sun  is  sinking  fast, 
■*■    The  daylight  dies  ; 
Let  love  awake,  and  pay 
Her  evening  sacrifice. 

2  As  Christ  upon  the  cross 

His  head  inclined, 
And  to  His  Father's  hands 
His  parting  soul  resigned  ; 

3  So  now  herself  my  soul 

Would  wholly  give 
Into  His  sacred  charge, 
In  whom  all  spirits  live. 

4  So  now  beneath  His  eye 

Would  calmly  rest, 
Without  a  wish  or  thought 
Abiding  in  the  breast ; 

5  Save  that  His  will  be  done, 

Whate'er  betide  ; 
Dead  to  herself,  and  dead 
In  Him  to  all  beside. 

6  Thus  would  I  live  ;  yet  now 

Not  I,  but  He 
In  all  His  power  and  love 
Henceforth  alive  in  me. 

7  One  Sacred  Trinity ! 

One  Lord  Divine ! 
May  I  be  ever  His, 
And  He  forever  mine. 
Translated  from  the  Latin,  by  E.  Caswall,  1849. 


205 


265,  266]       Hymns  of  Worship, 

8s  &  7s. 
265  C  AVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
*~*   Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal : 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing, 
Thou  canst  save  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  ; 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 

3  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 

L.  M.    6  lines. 
266  O  WEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 
^   Thy  word  into  our  minds  instill  ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 
And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 
206 


Midnight  [266,  267 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

4  Do  more  than  pardon ;  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty, 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy 

That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

5  Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toiled ; 

And  care  is  light,  for  Thou  hast  cared  ; 
Ah  !  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 

With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

6  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 

The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 
O,  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad : 

Thou  art  our  Jesus,  and  our  all. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's  dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  Light. 

F  W.  Faber,  1849. 


8s  &  4s,  8s  &  4s. 

267  f**  OD  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 
^-*     Darkness  and  light ; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 
For  rest  the  night ; 
207 


267,  268]       Hymns  of  Worship, 

May  Thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 
This  livelong  night. 

2  Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 
And  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie. 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us, 
With  Thee  on  high. 

Bishop  Heber,  1827. 


7s. 
268  A  \J  HAT  though  downy  slumbers  flee, 
*  *     Strangers  to  my  couch  and  me  ? 
Sleepless,  well  I  know  to  rest, 
Lodged  within  my  Father's  breast. 

2  While  the  stars  unnumbered  roll 
Round  the  ever  constant  pole, 
Far  above  these  spangled  skies 
All  my  soul  to  God  shall  rise. 

3  Mid  the  silence  of  the  night, 
Mingling  with  those  angels  bright, 
Whose  harmonious  voices  raise 
Ceaseless  love  and  ceaseless  praise, 

4  Through  the  throng  His  gentle  ear 
Shall  my  tuneless  accents  hear  ; 
From  on  high  doth  He  impart 
Secret  comfort  to  my  heart. 

208 


Midnight.  [268,  269 

5  Lifting  all  my  thoughts  above, 
On  the  wings  of  faith  and  love : 
Blest  alternative  to  me, 
Thus  to  sleep,  or  wake  with  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


L.  M. 
269    A  WAKE,  my  soul,  awake  to  prayer  ; 
-^*-  The  vigil  of  the  night  prepare  : 
Now  all  around  is  dark  and  still, 
Angels  defending  us  from  ill. 

2  Day  without  night  the  angels  sing, 
Nor  rest  upon  the  drooping  wing  ; 
Teaching  our  souls,  betimes  to  ascend 
Where  hallelujahs  never  end. 

3  David  awaked  his  harp  and  voice, 
And  all  within  him,  to  rejoice, 
God's  love  to  praise  at  morning  light, 
And  tell  of  all  His  truth  at  night. 

4  Jacob  in  prayer  nocturnal  strove ; 

No  stern  repulse  his  prayer  could  move  : 

In  vain  the  Angel-man  did  say, 

"  Dismiss  me ;  for  'tis  break  of  day." 

5  See  how,  in  galling  fetters  laid, 

At  midnight  Paul  and  Silas  prayed  ; 
Their  gory  wounds  still  smarting  sore, 
And  cold  the  prison's  rugged  floor. 

6  They  sang  the  praises  of  the  Lord  ; 
So  loud  they  sang  the  prisoners  heard  : 
And  yet  they  thought  that  death  was  nigh  \ 
And  clouds  obscured  their  morning  sky. 

14  209 


269,  270]       Hymns  of  Worship. 

7  How  shall  I  then  Thy  praise  decline, 

When  health,  and  friends,  and  home  are  mine  ? 
My  dawn  of  day  is  clear  and  calm ; 
No  foes  oppress,  no  fears  alarm. 

8  Are  these  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  to  me  ? 
O  let  me  then  Thy  servant  be, 
Submitting  to  Thy  just  control, 
And  loving  Thee  with  all  my  soul. 

9  So  shall  I  find  Thee  strong  to  save, 
When  my  last  bed  shall  be  the  grave  ; 
The  grave  shall  own  my  Saviour's  might, 
And  darkness  vanish  at  Thy  sight. 

James  Ford,  1856 

7s. 
270  C  OFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
^   Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades  j 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose 

At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  Thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

S.  F.  Smith,  1840 
210 


Salvation  by  Christ         [271,  272 

L.  M. 
271  C  WEET  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 

^  And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there  ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

2  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

3  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long  : 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 


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C.  M. 
272  T  T  OW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
^  -*■    Unconscious  of  its  load  : 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray  : 
Reason  debased  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  Thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  Thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 


272>  273]       Salvation  by  Christ, 

4  Tis  Thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  bid  them  upward  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  Thine  alone  to  give. 

6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  : 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  Thine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

Psalm  LI.    L.  M. 
273  T    ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
-■— '    And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Behold,  I  fall  before  Thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  Thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

3  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

4  Jesus,  my  God,  Thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Mans  Lost  Estate.         [274,  275 

S.   M. 

274  TUT  OW  heavy  is  the  night 

-^  ■*■    That  hangs  upon  our  eyes  ; 
Till  Christ,  with  His  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven  ; 
But,  in  His  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls,  in  vain  ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  Thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God ; 

Thy  sovereign  power,  Thy  healing  grace, 

And  Thine  atoning  blood. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

S.  M. 

275  lVr  OT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
■*■  ^    On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  they. 
213 


2 7 Si  276]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curse'd  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


S.  M. 
276    A  H,  how  shall  fallen  man 
•**•   Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  He  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  His  rod. 

2  If  He  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 

Who  can  with  Thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  the  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  Thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 
214 


277 


Mans  Lost  Estate.  [276-278 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None,  none  can  meet  Him  and  escape, 

But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 

C.  M. 
ORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
-L^'  And  felt  no  inward  dread  ; 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  I  with  terror  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Was  Thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load  ; 

My  sins  revived  again  : 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God  !  I  cry  with  every  breath, 

For  some  kind  power  to  save  ; 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


CM. 
278  TLT  OW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
■*-  -*■   Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
215 


278,  279]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise,  Lord  ; 
O  !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  Thy  blood 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  Thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  All. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.  M. 
279  '"THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
■*■     Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
216 


The  Atoning  Sarifice.        [279-281 

Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

W.  Cowper,  1779. 


C.  M. 
280  C  ALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
^-^  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears : 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


H.  M. 
281  HPHY  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ ! 
-*•    Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 
217 


28 1,  282]        Salvation  by  Christ 

They  tell  me  all  is  done ; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart  : 
To  whom,  save  Thee,     For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Have  wept  my  guilt  away ; 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 

Into  a  blessed  day : 
To  whom,  save  Thee,     For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 

The  balm  that  makes  me  whole  : 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  For  sin  atone, 
Who  canst  alone  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

4  Thy  righteousness  alone 

Can  clothe  and  beautify  ; 
I  wrap  it  round  my  soul ; 
In  this  I'll  live  and  die  : 


To  whom,  save  Thee, 
Who  canst  alone 


For  sin  atone, 
Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

H.  Bonar,  1856. 


H.  M. 
282    A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

***    Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 
218 


The  Atoning  Sacrifice,     [282,  283 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  :   - 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  His  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear  : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

C.  Wesley,  1739. 


S.  M. 
283  "D  AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
-^  To  an  immortal  tune ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  Him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears ; 

No  terror  clothes  His  brow  : 
219 


283,  284]       Salvation  by  Christ, 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears  ; 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  : 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  His  love, 

And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  Thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  Thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  Thy  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


CM. 
284  T  N  evil  long  I  took  delight 
■*-   Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career  : 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  His  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  His  Cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  His  death, 
Though  not  a  word  He  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 


The  Atoning  Sacrifice,     [284,  285 

I  saw  my  sins  His  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  Him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ! 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain  ! 

6  A  second  look  He  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  His  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  rilled, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  Him  I  killed. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

CM. 
285  "\^7"HEN  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 
*  v     Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 


285?  286]       Salvation  by  Christ, 

One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief, 
His  heart  that  's  touched  with  all  our  joys 
And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander,  1858. 


L.  M.     6  lines. 
286  \ \  /"HEN  first  o'erwhelmed  with  sin  and  shame, 
*  *     To  Jesus'  cross  I  trembling  came, 
Burdened  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fear, 
Yet  drawn  by  love,  I  ventured  near, 
Pardon  I  found  and  peace  with  God, 
In  Jesus'  rich  atoning  blood. 

2  My  sin  is  gone,  my  fears  are  o'er, 

I  shun  His  presence  now  no  more  ; 
He  sits  upon  the  throne  of  grace, 
He  bids  me  boldly  seek  His  face  ; 
Sprinkled  upon  the  Throne  of  God, 
I  see  that  rich  atoning  blood. 

3  Before  His  face  my  Priest  appears ; 
My  advocate,  the  Father  hears : 
That  precious  blood,  before  His  eyes, 
Both  day  and  night  for  mercy  cries ! 
It  speaks,  it  ever  speaks  to  God  — 
The  voice  of  that  atoning  blood. 


The  Atoning  Sacrifice.     [286,  287 

4  By  faith  that  voice  I  also  hear ; 

It  answers  doubt,  it  stills  each  fear : 
The  accuser  seeks  in  vain  to  move 
The  wrath  of  Him  whose  name  is  Love ; 
Each  charge  against  the  sons  of  God 
Is  silenced  by  the  atoning  blood. 

5  Here  I  can  rest  without  a  fear ; 
By  this,  to  God  I  now  draw  near  \ 
By  this,  I  triumph  over  sin, 

For  this  has  made,  and  keeps  me  clean  ; 
And  when  I  reach  the  Throne  of  God, 
I'll  praise  that  rich  atoning  blood. 

y.  G.  Deck,  1838. 

H.  M. 
287  DLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow; 
*-*  The  gladly-solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
223 


287,  288]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

C.  Wesley,  1750. 


C  M. 
288    A  MAZING  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
**■  That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found  ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
224 


Through  Grace.  [288,  289 

'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

S.  M. 
289  "D  EHOLD,  what  wondrous  grace 
*-*  The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure  ; 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
*5  225 


289-291]       Salvation  by  Christ 

Send  down  Thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  Thy  throne  ; 
Our  faith  shall  "  Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

S.  M. 
290  C*  RACE !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 
^-*   Harmonious  to  my  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 740. 

Psalm  XV.     7s. 
291  Vy'HO,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 

^  *     Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 
In  Thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 
226 


Through  Grace.  [29i>  292 

2  He  whose  heart  Thy  love  has  warmed  ; 
He  whose  will  to  Thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run  ; 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one  ; 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God  ; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeigned, 
Treads  the  path  by  Thee  ordained  ; 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done  : 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  Thy  care, 
And  Thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


L.    M. 
292  (~^  OD,  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son, 

^-*  Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known  : 
'Tis  here  His  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 

May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His  name  ; 

May  read  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains  3 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains  ; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease ; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 
227 


292,  293]        Salvation  by  Christ, 

5  O  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord ! 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  holy  word ; 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787- 

C.  M. 
293    LEATHER,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines  ! 
*      How  high  Thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  Thy  power  j 

Their  motions  speak  Thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  Thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  Thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms,  — 

4  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverent  awe ; 

We  love,  and  we  adore  \ 

The  first  archangel  never  saw 

So  much  of  God  before. 

5  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

6  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  heaven's  immortal  song  : 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 

228 


Through  Grace.  [294,  295 

Psalm  CXXVI.     C.  M. 
294  \  \  7"HEN  God  revealed  His  gracious  name, 
^  *     And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  Thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work !  "  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  the  power  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work  !  "  my  heart  replied, 
"And  be  the  glory  Thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

C.   M. 
295  1VT  OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
^  ^    Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  His  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 
229 


295)  29^]  Salvation  by  Christ 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh ; 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake,  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death : 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


L.  M. 
296  \ \  TB.0  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
*  *     Tis  God  who  justifies  their  souls  \ 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives  !  and  sits  above, 

Forever  interceding  there : 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 
He  who  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 
230 


Invitations.  [297>  29^ 


7s. 

297  /^OME,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

^"  Come,  and  make  My  paths  your  choice ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  : 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrs.  Barbauld,  1825. 

L.  M. 

298  "DEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door: 

-"-'   He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  He  stands 

With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands  ! 
O  matchless  kindness  !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  Divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  hateful,  hell-born  monster,  Sin  ; 
And  let  the  Heavenly  Stranger  in. 

231 


298,  299]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

4  Admit  Him,  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  Guest : 
Admit  Him,  for  you  can't  expel  j 
Where'er  He  comes,  He  comes  to  dwell. 

5  Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet,  departed,  ne'er  return  ! 
Admit  Him  j  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
When  at  His  door  denied  you'll  stand. 

6  Yet  know  (nor  of  the  terms  complain), 
If  Jesus  comes,  He  comes  to  reign  ; 
To  reign,  and  with  no  partial  sway ; 
Thoughts  must  be  slain  that  disobey  ! 

7  Sovereign  of  souls  !  Thou  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
O  may  Thy  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind  ! 
And  be  His  empire  all  mankind ! 

Joseph  Grigg,  1765. 


L.  M. 
299  f*OME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
^^  The  Saviour  offers  heavenly  rest ; 
The  kind,  the  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O  come  and  bow  before  your  God ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 
232 


Invitations.  [  2  99  -30 1 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart 
The  hope  Thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour !  let  Thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
O,  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

S.   M. 
300  '"THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

*-    Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  ; " 
The  bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  His  children,  "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  ;  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come ; " 
Lord,  even  so  ;  I  wait  thine  hour  ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 

H.  U.  Onderdonk,  1833. 

L.  M. 
301  /^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
^-"  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come  ; 
233 


301,  302]        Salvation  by  Christ. 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  My  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest,  that  learn  of  Me  ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blessed  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  Thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  Thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  Thy  will. 

Isaac  Wafts,  1709. 


L.   M. 


302 


"\  1  riTH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around ; 

*  v     Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet  midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  Come  to  Me ! 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
O  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  Come  to  Me  ! 

3  When  the  poor  heart  with  anguish  learns 

That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be, 
And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns, 
It  hears  the  accents,  Come  to  Me  ! 

4  When  against  sin  I  strive  in  vain, 

And  cannot  from  its  yoke  get  free, 
234 


Invitations.  [3°2>  3°3 

Sinking  beneath  the  heavy  chain, 
The  words  arrest  me,  Come  to  Me ! 

5  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  Come  to  Me  ! 

6  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye  ; 
I  am  thy  Portion  ■  Come  to  Me  ! 

7  O  voice  of  mercy,  voice  of  love  ! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above, 
And  gently  whisper,  Come  to  Me  ! 

Hugh  White,  1841. 


C.  M. 
303  /""^OME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  :  — 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  His  courts ;  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  I'll  prostrate  lie  before  His  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  Him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  His  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
235     . 


3°3>  3°4]       Salvation  by  Christ 

Perhaps  He  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

Edmund  Jones,  1777. 


10s,  6s,  &  4s. 
304  /^HILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
^"   Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 
Yield  thee  to-day. 
Heaven  bids  thee  come 
While  yet  there's  room  • 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow  ! 
Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high  : 

Grieve  not  that  love 

Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Thy  moments  glide, 
236 


Invitations.  [304?  305 

Like  the  flitting  arrow, 

Or  the  rushing  tide  ; 

Ere  time  is  o'er, 

Heaven's  grace  implore ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

In  Christ  confide. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1842. 


L.    M. 
305  "D  ETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 

-■-^  And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
Whose  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
Whose  hand  can  heal  thy  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

He  hears  thy  deep,  repentant  sigh ; 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  is  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear : 
Thy  Father  calls,  no  longer  mourn  ; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

William  B.  Collyer,  1812. 
237 


306]  Salvation  by  Christ. 

8s,  7s,&4s. 
306  /^OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
^-"  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  joined  with  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  \ 

This  He  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  broken  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Lo !  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merits  of  His  blood  ; 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Joseph  Hart,  1762. 
233 


Invitations.  \jPl-.  308 

7s.     6  lines. 
307  T7R0M  the  cross  uplifted  high, 

-*•      Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  : 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

3  "  Spread  for  thee  the  festal  board, 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day,  — 

Up  to  My  eternal  home, 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

T.  Haweis,  1790. 


7s.     8  lines. 
308  OINNERS  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
^   God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live  : 
239 


308,  309]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands  : 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures  !  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why : 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
That  ye  might  forever  live  : 

Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain, 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  His  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove  — 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  His  love : 
Will  ye  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

C.  Wesley,  1756 


7s. 
309  "LJ  ASTEN,  sinner !  to  be  wise, 

■*■  -*■    Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  j 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 
240 


Invitations.  [3°9>  3jO 

3  Hasten,  sinner  !  now  return ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner !   to  be  blest, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

Thomas  Scott,  1773. 


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310  TJEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent! 
-*•  -*■   Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  His  body  mangled,  rent, 

Stained  and  covered  with  His  blood  ! 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  the  Incarnate  Son. 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed  ; 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  there ; 
Crowned  with  thorns  His  sacred  head  ; 

Plunged  into  His  side  the  spear  ; 
Made  His  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  He  dies. 

3  Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain  ? 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  His  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part ; 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 

John  Kruger,  1640  ;  translated  by  C.  Wesley. 
16  241 


3H,  312]       Salvation  by  Christ, 

A 


L.  M. 
311    A  ^-'  dying  sinner,  think  on  death, 

That  last  dark  hour  of  failing  breath  ; 
Repent,  amend,  and  ready  be 
To  face  the  great  eternity. 

2  Though  all  the  world  were  now  thine  own, 
Its  amplest  wealth,  its  brightest  crown ; 
Crown,  wealth,  and  life  must  quickly  flee  : 
What  then  remains  ?     Eternity. 

3  Hark  !  the  last  trumpet  smites  thine  ear  : 
"  Awake,  arise  !  the  Judge  is  near !  " 

O  tremble,  sinner  ;  for  to  thee 
His  doom  will  stamp  eternity. 

4  Be  timely  wise  ;  in  Christ's  true  faith 
Abide,  and  shun  the  second  death  j 
So  shall  thy  soul  from  guilt  be  free, 
And  live  throughout  eternity. 

5  What  eye  can  tell  the  starry  train  ? 
The  drops  that  fill  the  watery  main  ? 
Yet  these  have  tale,  the  stars,  the  sea  : 
Thy  years  have  none,  eternity. 

6  Bethink  thee,  sinner,  o'er  and  o'er 
How  dread  a  word  is  "  evermore  :  " 
Time  hath  its  end,  but  who  shall  see 
The  ending  of  eternity  ? 

Hymnologia  Christiana- 


C.   M. 
312  HP  HERE  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when, 
-*•     A  point,  we  know  not  where  ; 
242 


Warnings.  [312*  3l3 

That  marks  the  destiny  of  men, 
To  glory  or  despair. 

2  There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen, 

That  crosses  every  path, 
The  hidden  boundary  between 
God's  patience  and  His  wrath. 

3  To  pass  that  limit  is  to  die, 

To  die  as  if  by  stealth  ; 
It  does  not  quench  the  beaming  eye, 
Nor  pale  the  glow  of  health. 

4  The  conscience  may  be  still  at  ease, 

The  spirit  light  and  gay  ; 
That  which  is  pleasing  still  may  please, 
And  care  be  thrust  away. 

5  O,  where  is  this  mysterious  bourne 

By  which  our  path  is  crossed  ; 
Beyond  which  God  Himself  hath  sworn 
That  he  who  goes  is  lost  ? 

6  How  far  may  we  go  on  in  sin  ? 

How  long  will  God  forbear  ? 
Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 
The  confines  of  despair  ? 

7  An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent,  — 

"  Ye  that  from  God  depart, 
While  it  is  called  to-day,  repent, 
And  harden  not  your  heart." 

J.  A.  Alexander,  1847. 


S.  M. 
313  C\  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
^-^   Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
243 


3i3>  3X4]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love  : 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun,      • 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

James  Montgomery ;  1819. 


L.  M. 
314  "D  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
-*-^   And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
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Warnings.  [3I4»  3T5 

Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

Lord !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new  : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 

Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Isaac  Watts ;  1709. 


L.  M. 
315  f~*  OD  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear  ? 


Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
xA.nd  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  His  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  His  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still  \  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake  ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay : 

Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

Tersteegen,  1750;  translated  by  Jane  Borthwick. 

245 


3 1 6]  Salvation  by  Christ. 

c.  P.  M. 
316  T    O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

•*— '   'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  in  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late,  — 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,  — 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  Thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

C.  Wesley,  1743. 
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Warnings.  [3X7'  2>l& 

Irreg.     Matt.  XXV. 

317  T    ATE,  late,  so  late !  and  dark  the  night  and  chill ! 

-1— '  Late,  late,  so  late  !  but  we  can  enter  still. 

"  Too  late,  too  late !  ye  cannot  enter  now." 

2  No  light  had  we  :  for  that  we  do  repent ; 
And,  learning  this,  the  Bridegroom  will  relent. 

"  Too  late,  too  late  !  ye  cannot  enter  now." 

3  No  light,  so  late  !  and  dark  and  chill  the  night ! 
O  let  us  in  that  we  may  find  the  light ! 

"  Too  late,  too  late  !  ye  cannot  enter  now." 

4  Have  we  not  heard  the  Bridegroom  is  so  sweet  ? 
O  let  us  in,  though  late,  to  kiss  His  feet ! 

"  No,  no,  too  late  !  ye  cannot  enter  now." 

Alfred  Tennyson,  1 859. 


L.  M. 
318  A  \  7"HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
*  v     Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave  \ 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

3  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  Now  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
247 


318-320]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

T.  Dwight,  1800. 


C.  M. 

319  p> ROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet, 
■*■      A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  Thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead, 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Then  Justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Joseph  Stennett,  1700. 


Psalm  LI.    L.  M. 

320  C\  THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
^^  Though  all  my  crimes  before  Thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  Thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  \ 
248 


Repentance.  [32°>  321 

Let  Thy  Good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  Thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

4  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  Thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

5  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  Thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  Thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

6  O  may  Thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,  my  Strength  and  Righteousness. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  LI.    L.  M. 
321  C  HOW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  • 
^  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  do  not  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace : 
Great  God  !  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 
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321,  322]        Salvation  by  Christ, 

Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  Thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  Thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


C.  M. 
322  T^\EAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
■■-^  The  wonders  of  Thy  grace, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  Thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  He,  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  O,  while  I  breathe  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
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Repentance.  [322>  323 

Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  Thine  eye. 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  Thy  feet 
Rejoice  to  see  Thy  face, 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


C.   M. 
323  T  \  rHEN  shall  I,  Lord,  a  journey  take 
^  v     Through  my  departed  years, 
And  not  a  mournful  visit  make, 
And  not  return  in  tears  ? 

2  Hath  not  Thy  mercy  made  me  whole  ? 

Hath  not  Thy  grace  forgiven  ? 
Yet  still  the  grief  regains  my  soul : 
Yet  still  my  heart  is  riven. 

3  Those  buried  sins  of  mine  arise  ; 

Again  my  heart  runs  o'er  : 
Once  more  those  deep  repentant  sighs  — 
Those  bitter  tears  once  more  ! 

4  O,  shall  these  drops  of  sadness  make 

The  light  celestial  dim, 
And  memory's  mournful  music  break 
On  Heaven's  eternal  hymn  ? 

5  My  Saviour's  powerful  blood  I  know ; 

My  pardoning  God  I  bless  ; 
But  send  thy  Spirit  down  !  bestow 
Of  Thine  own  holiness. 

6  Those  sins  so  bitter  to  my  soul, 

Lord,  let  me  not  repeat : 
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323,  324]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

So  make  my  past  less  sorrowful  \ 
So  make  my  heaven  more  sweet ! 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  1859. 


S.  M. 
324  C\  THAT  I  could  repent, 
^-^     With  all  my  idols  part  3 
And  to  Thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart : 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppressed, 

For  having  grieved  my  God  ; 

A  troubled  heart,  that  cannot  rest 

Till  sprinkled  with  Thy  blood. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire ; 
With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  softening  pity  look, 

And  melt  my  hardness  down  ; 
Strike  with  Thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

5  Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  bestow ; 
Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness, 
And  let  the  captive  go. 

6  Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove  ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal, 
The  balm  of  pardoning  love. 

C  Wesley,  1740. 
252 


Repentance.  [325>  32^ 

c.  M. 
325  "LT  OW  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart 
-*-  -*■    Has  wandered  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  :  " 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  :  ■ 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  Thou,  wilt  Thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live, 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  Thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


CM. 

326  C\  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
^-^   Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

2  See,  low  before  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 

253 


326,  327]        Salvation  by  Christ, 

Hast  Thou  not  bid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 
Hast  Thou  not  said,  Return  ? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  Thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Absent  from  Thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

*      5  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  Thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine  ! 

6  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 
Delights  which  never  cloy : 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy  ! 

Anne  Steele >  1760 


Psalm  LXXXVIII.     7s. 
327  C*  ENTLY,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 
^-*   On  my  sinful  head,  O  God  ; 
Stay  Thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  before  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak  ; 
Heal  me,  for  Thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make, 
Heal  me  for  Thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who  within  the  silent  grave 
Shall  proclaim  Thy  power  to  save  ? 

254 


Repentance,  \_Z27,  32& 

Lord,  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo,  He  comes  !  He  heeds  my  plea  ! 
Lo,  He  comes  !  the  shadows  flee  ! 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  \ 
Rise  my  spirit,  and  adore  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


328 


L.  M. 
"\  \  7"ITH  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 

^  *     A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 

With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed  ; 
Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see, 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

5  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 

Cornelius  Elven,  1852. 

255 


329>  33°]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

7s. 

329  TAEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
*-^  Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face, 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls, 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ? 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  but  loves  me  still. 

5  Now  incline  me  to  repent, 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 

S.  M.     8  lines. 
330  T    WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
•*-     I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice  ; 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 
256 


Repentance.  [33°>  33l 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love  j 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  ! 
I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice,  — 

I  love,  I  love  His  home  ! 

H.  Bonar,  1857. 

L.  M. 
331  T^REMBLING  before  Thine  awful  throne, 
■*-     O  Lord  !  in  dust  my  sins  I  own  : 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Contend  !  —  O  smile  and  heal  the  strife  ! 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll : 
17  257 


33  J>  33 2]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found : 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels  !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  : 
Ye  know  where  morn,  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

5  Bright  heralds  of  the  eternal  Will, 
Abroad  His  errands  ye  fulfill ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious,  in  His  presence  play. 

6  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine : 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 
A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

%  A.  Hillhouse,  1816. 

S.  M. 
332  T^ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 
-L>^  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 

Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep  ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 

258 


Repentance.  [332"334 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1818. 


C.  M. 
333  T    ORD,  I  have  sinned  ■  but  O  forgive, 
-*— '  Nor  cast  me  quite  away  ; 
Renew  my  soul  and  bid  me  live, 
And  be  my  future  stay. 

2  O  let  me  from  my  fall  arise, 

More  watchful  and  more  strong  ; 
Light  up  my  dim  and  tearful  eyes, 
And  fill  my  mouth  with  song. 

3  On  Christ's  prevailing  sacrifice 

I  all  my  hopes  recline, 
A  broken  spirit  Thou  dost  prize, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  be  mine. 

4  Give  me  a  meek  dependent  heart 

For  all  my  days  to  come  ; 
Nor  let  Thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 
Till  I  am  safe  at  home. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 

L.  M. 
334  T>  ETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

-"-^"  And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  And  Thou  my  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  Thy  presence  fill  the  place. 
259 


334)  335]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

3  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide  ; 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

4  Then  with  the  visits  of  Thy  love, 

My  inmost  soul  vouchsafe  to  cheer, 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 

That  God  has  fixed  His  dwelling  there. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


335 


Psalm  CXXXI.     8s  &  7s. 
TT  UMBLE,  Lord,  my  haughty  spirit, 
A  A    Bid  my  swelling  thoughts  subside  ; 
Strip  me  of  my  fancied  meiit : 

What  have  I  to  do  with  pride  ? 
Was  my  Saviour  meek  and  lowly  ? 

And  shall  such  a  worm  as  I, 
Weak,  and  earthly,  and  unholy, 
Dare  to  lift  my  head  on  high  ? 

2  Teach  me,  Lord,  my  true  condition  ; 

Bring  me  childlike  to  Thy  knee  ; 
Stripped  of  every  low  ambition, 

Willing  to  be  led  by  Thee. 
Guide  me  by  Thy  Holy  Spirit ; 

Feed  me  from  Thy  blessed  word  : 
All  my  wisdom,  all  my  merit, 

Borrowed  from  Thyself,  O  Lord ! 

3  Like  a  little  babe,  confiding, 

Simple,  docile,  let  me  be  ; 
Trusting  still  to  Thy  providing, 
Willing  to  be  led  by  Thee. 
260 


Repentance.  [335~337 

Thus  my  all  to  Thee  submitting, 

I  am  Thine  and  not  my  own : 
And  when  earthly  hopes  are  flitting, 

Rest  secure  on  God  alone. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


C.  M. 
336  C  WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
^  The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shade  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  His  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  His  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Saviour  !  help  me  to  prevail, 

O  make  my  soul  Thy  care  ; 
I  know  Thy  mercy  cannot  fail : 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


7s. 
337  C  AVIOUR,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
^   Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee  ; 
261 


337]  Salvation  by  Christ. 

When  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
O,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years  ; 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears  ; 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power ; 
Turn,  O  turn  a  favoring  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 

O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept ; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode  \ 
By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold  ; 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair  ; 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer  • 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 

5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 

262 


338 


Repentance.  [337»  3 38 

By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God  ; 
O,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

Sir  Robert  Grant,  1 815. 


C.  M. 
f~\  LORD,  turn  not  Thy  face  away 
^-^  From  them  that  lowly  lie, 
Lamenting  sore  their  sinful  life 
With  tears  and  bitter  cry  ; 

2  Thy  mercy-gates  are  open  wide 

To  them  that  mourn  their  sin  ; 
O  shut  them  not  against  us,  Lord, 
But  let  us  enter  in. 

3  We  need  not  to  confess  our  fault, 

For  surely  Thou  canst  tell ; 
What  we  have  done,  and  what  we  are, 
Thou  knowest  very  well ; 

4  Wherefore,  to  beg  and  to  entreat, 

With  tears  we  come  to  Thee, 
As  children  that  have  done  amiss 
Fall  at  their  father's  knee. 

5  And  need  we  then,  O  Lord,  repeat 

The  blessing  which  we  crave, 
When  Thou  dost  know,  before  we  speak, 
The  thing  that  we  would  have  ? 

6  Mercy,  O  Lord,  mercy  we  ask  ; 

This  is  the  total  sum  ; 
263 


33^~34°]        Salvation  by  Christ. 

For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  our  prayer  ; 
O  let  Thy  mercy  come  ! 

John  Mardley,  1562  ;  varied  by  Bishop  Heber. 


Psalm  LI.    C.  M. 
339  f~\  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
^-^  My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  Thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  Thy  grace  ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  Thy  righteousness, 
And  make  Thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppressed  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 

S.  M. 

340  T  S  this  the  kind  return  ! 

-■-   Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ! 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  Love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow ! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 
264 


Repentance,  [34-0>  34 1 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 

Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 
Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

Isaac  Waffs,  1 709. 


C.  M. 
341  A  \  THY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  Thee, 
^  *     My  God  !  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more,  by  day, 
With  Thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  Thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  Thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  Thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait,  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  Thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  Thy  sight. 
265 


341)  34 2]       Salvation  by  Christ. 

6  Make  haste,  my  days !  to  reach  the  goal, 
And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


L.  M. 
342  "pAITH  is  a  living  power  from  heaven 

-*•     Which  grasps  the  promise  God  has  given  ; 
A  trust  that  cannot  be  o'erthrown, 
Securely  fixed  on  Christ  alone. 

2  Faith  finds  in  Christ  whate'er  we  need 
To  save  and  strengthen,  guide  and  feed  • 
Strong  in  His  grace  it  joys  to  share 

His  cross,  in  hope  His  crown  to  wear. 

3  Faith  to  the  conscience  whispers  peace, 
And  bids  the  mourner's  sighing  cease  ; 
By  faith  the  children's  right  we  claim, 
And  call  upon  our  Father's  name. 

4  Faith  feels  the  Spirit's  kindling  breath 
In  love  and  hope  that  conquer  death ; 
Faith  brings  us  to  delight  in  God, 
And  blesses  e'en  His  smiting  rod. 

5  Such  faith  in  us,  O  God,  implant, 
And  to  our  prayers  Thy  favor  grant 
In  Jesus  Christ,  Thy  saving  Son, 
Who  is  our  fount  of  health  alone. 

6  In  Him  may  every  trusting  soul 

Press  onward  to  the  heavenly  goal, 

The  blessedness  no  foes  destroy, 

Eternal  love  and  light  and  joy. 

Hymnologia  Christiana. 
266 


Faith.  [343,  344 

C.  M. 
343  T7AITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
A      And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  Faith  shows  the  precious  promise  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies  : 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

C.  M. 
344  C\  FAITH,  thou  workest  miracles 
^-^  Upon  the  hearts  of  men, 
Choosing  thy  home  in  those  same  hearts 
We  know  not  how  or  when. 

2  O  Gift  of  gifts  !  O  Grace  of  Faith  ! 
My  God  !  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 
267 


344>  345]  Salvation  by  Christ. 

3  There  was  a  place,  there  was  a  time, 

Whether  by  night  or  day, 
Thy  Spirit  came  and  left  that  gift, 
And  went  upon  His  way. 

4  How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine  ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  Thine  ! 

5  Ah,  Grace  !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  Thy  boast  to  come, 

The  glory  of  Thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

6  How  will  they  die,  how  will  they  die, 

How  bear  the  cross  of  grief, 
Who  have  not  got  the  light  of  faith, 
The  courage  of  belief? 

7  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light, 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low, 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

8  O  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

If  thou  canst  be,  O  Faith ! 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

F  W.  Fader,  1840. 


L.   M. 
345  jrpiS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

A     We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 
268 


Faith.  [345>  346 

The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


C.   M. 
346  C\  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
^^  Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod  ; 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile. 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray, 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 
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346-348]  Salvation  by  Christ, 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

W.  H.  Bathurst,  183] 


CM. 
347  f~\   FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
^-^  To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ! 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  Death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  Grave  ? 
And  where  the  monster's  sting  ? " 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I'm  secure  ; 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside  : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid. 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 

C  P.  M. 
348    A  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
•**■  My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 
270 


Faith.  [348,  349 


349 


I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul,  — 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell  — 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain  : 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

,  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  His  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  His  grace  is  born  again, 
And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Altered  from  Samson  Ockum,  1760. 

C.  P.  M. 
r\  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
^-^  Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood  ; 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be  ; 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 
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349>  35°]        Salvation  by  Christ. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount  upon  his  sable  wings 

To  everlasting  day ! 

A.  M.  Toplady,  1776. 

8s  &  6s. 
350    T  UST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 

J     B  ut  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  j 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

5  Just  as  I  am  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ! 
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The  Holy  Choice,         [350,  351 

Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am  (Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down), 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

7  Just  as  I  am,  of  that  free  love 

The  breadth,  length,  depth,  and  height  to  prove, 
Here  for  a  season,  then  above, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1836. 

7s  double. 
351   DEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

■*-      I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power  ; 
Welcome,  poverty  and  cross, 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour. 
18  273 


35I-353J        Salvation  by  Christ. 

"  Follow  me  !  "  —  I  know  Thy  voice  ! 

Jesus,  Lord  !  Thy  steps  I  see  : 
Now  I  take  Thy  yoke  by  choice  ; 

Light  Thy  burden  now  to  me. 

Jatnes  Montgomery,  1825. 


352 


L.  M. 
TVT  O  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 
•*■  ^    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  His  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  \ 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  Thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 

L.  M. 
353    T  ESUS,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee, 
J    Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  \ 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul  ; 

'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
274 


The  Holy  Choice.  [353,  354 

Fallen,  till  in  me  Thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  Thou  art  mine. 

3  Long  have  I  vainly  hoped  and  strove 
To  force  my  hardness  into  love, 

To  give  Thee  all  Thy  laws  require, 
And  labored  in  the  purging  fire. 

4  Frail,  dark,  impure,  I  still  remain, 
Nor  hope  to  break  my  nature's  chain  ; 
The  fond,  self-emptying  scheme  is  past, 
And  lo  !  constrained,  I  yield  at  last. 

5  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee  : 
Here,  then,  to  Thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine. 

6  What  can  I  say  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  love  : 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  hast  died ! 

C.  Wesley,  1739. 


Psalm  XXV.     S.  M. 
354  T   LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 

■*■     My  trust  is  in  His  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  From  the  first  dawning  light 

Till  the  dark  evening  rise, 
For  Thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

3  Remember  all  Thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  Thy  truth  ; 
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354*  355]         Salvation  by  Christ. 

Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

4  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind  ; 

The  meek  shall  learn  His  ways ; 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  His  grace. 

5  For  His  own  goodness'  sake, 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame ; 
He  pardons,  though  my  guilt  be  great, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

S.  M. 
355  T    ORD,  what  avails  our  strife, 
•*— '  Our  wandering  to  and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life  ; 
Ah,  whither  should  we  go  ? 

2  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  us  did  freely  move  ; 
It  calls  us  still  to  seek  Thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  our  love. 

3  Our  worthless  hearts  to  gain, 

The  God  of  all  that  breathe 
Was  found  in  fashion  as  a  man, 
And  died  a  cursed  death. 

4  And  can  we  yet  delay 

Our  little  all  to  give, 
To  tear  our  souls  from  earth  away, 
And  with  our  Saviour  live  ? 

5  All  else  let  us  forsake, 

Ourselves  to  Thee  resign  ; 
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356 


The  Holy  Choice,  [35  5 ,  356 

Beloved  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 
And  seal  us  ever  Thine. 

C.  Wesley ,  1740. 

7s  &  6s. 
T  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
•*-     The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  Holy  Child  ; 
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35^~35^]      Salvation  by  Christ, 

I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng  j 

To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 
To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

H.  Bonar,  1857. 


357 


L.  M. 
T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
■*■    Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 

And,  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace 
That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 

That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes : 

O,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 

There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
358  A ^rELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
*  v     Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
278 


The  Holy  Choice.  [358,  359 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  Thine,  — 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

Known  to  all  to  be  Thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear, 
All  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  : 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints  !  the  Lord  is  here. 

Anon. 


C.   M. 
359    [  ESUS,  Thou  art  my  Righteousness, 
J    For  all  my  sins  were  Thine  ; 
Thy  death  hath  bought  of  God  my  peace, 
Thy  life  hath  made  Him  mine. 

2  Spotless  and  just  in  Thee  I  am, 

I  feel  my  sins  forgiven  ; 
I  taste  salvation  in  Thy  name, 
And  antedate  my  heaven. 

3  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

4  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

5  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own  : 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art ; 
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359'  3^°]        Salvation  by  Christ, 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

6  The  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

C.  Wesley,  1740. 

Irreg.    Matt.  VIII.  20. 
360  "D  IRDS  have  their  quiet  nest, 

*-*   Foxes  their  holes,  and  man  his  peaceful  bed 
All  creatures  have  their  rest ; 

But  Jesus  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

2  And  yet  He  came  to  give 

The  weary  and  the  heavy  laden  rest, 
To  bid  the  sinner  live, 

And  soothe  our  griefs  to  slumber  on  His  breast. 

3  What  then  am  I,  my  God, 

Permitted  thus  the  path  of  peace  to  tread  ? 
Peace,  purchased  by  the  blood 

Of  Him  who  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head ! 

4  I,  who  once  made  Him  grieve, 

I,  who  once  bid  His  gentle  spirit  mourn, 
Whose  hand  essayed  to  weave 

For  His  meek  brow  the  cruel  crown  of  thorn  ! 

5  O,  why  should  I  have  peace  ? 

Why  ?  but  for  that  unchanged  undying  love 
Which  would  not,  could  not  cease, 
Until  it  made  me  heir  of  joys  above  ? 

6  Yes  ;  but  for  pardoning  grace, 

I  feel  I  never  should  in  glory  see 
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The  Holy  Choice,         [360,  361 

The  brightness  of  that  face 

That  once  was  pale  and  agonized  for  me. 

7  Let  the  birds  seek  their  nest, 

Foxes  their  holes,  and  man  his  peaceful  bed  ; 
Come,  Saviour  !  in  my  breast 

Deign  to  repose  Thine  oft-rejected  head. 

8  Come,  give  me  rest,  and  take 

The  only  rest  on  earth  Thou  lov'st,  within 
A  heart  that  for  Thy  sake 

Lies  bleeding,  broken,  penitent  for  sin. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell,  i860. 


L.  M. 
361  (~\  LORD,  Thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
^-^  And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be, 
To  dedicate  myself  to  Thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy  ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  Thee. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space  ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  fills  every  place  ; 
And,  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  Thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
And  safe  beneath  Thy  spreading  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  Thee. 

J.  F.  Oberlin,  1820. 
281 


362,  363]         Salvation  by  Christ, 

L.  M. 
362  C\   HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
^-^  On  Thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house. 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction  's  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's  and  He  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part ; 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear  ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


8s  &  7s. 
363   T  ESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
J    All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be ! 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 
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The  Holy  Choice.  [363 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  man,  untrue ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  Thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ; 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee  : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast  ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest! 
O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
O,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

5  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine ; 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 
283 


363,  3^4-]         Salvation  by  Christ. 

6  Haste  then  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ! 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

H.  F.  Lytc,  1833. 


L.  M. 
364  T    ORD,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 

■*— ' '  Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  , 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  Grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  ImmanuePs  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity ; 

The  vow  is  passed  beyond  repeal ; 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

5  Do  Thou  assist  a  feeble  worm 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  \ 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

Samuel  Davies,  1760. 
284 


The  Christian  Life.  [365 

€t)e  C&rigtian  JLife* 

S.  M. 
365  /^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
^       And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  shall  send  down  His  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

4  There  shall  we  see  His  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  His  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

6  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

7  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching,  through  ImmanuePs  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
285 


366,  2>^7~]  The  Christian  Life. 

Psalm  XCI.    C.  M. 
366  '"PHERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 
■*■     Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace  ; 
O,  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm  ; 

And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  : 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine  ! 

5  A  hand  Almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  Heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


367 


8s  &  7s. 
O  WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
^  Which  before  the  Cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

Here  I'll  sit  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
286 


Its  Blessedness.  [367,  368 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven  ; 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

6  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
And  Himself  most  deeply  know. 

Altered  from  James  Allen  by  Walter  Shirley,  1 774. 


CM. 
368  17  AR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
*~      From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree, 
And  seem  by  Thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

3  There,  if  Thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 
287 


368,  369]        The  Christian  Life, 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays, 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life  ; 

Sweet  Source  of  light  Divine  ; 

And,  all  harmonious  names  in  one, 

My  Saviour  !  Thou  art  mine  ! 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love, 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above 
When  time  shall  be  no  more ! 

William  Cowper,  1779. 

Psalm  XXXII.     S.  M. 
369  (~\  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 
^^  Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er  \ 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care, 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 

Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  Thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  Thy  throne : 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 
288 


Consecration.  [370,  371 

C.  M. 

370  t\°  not  x  love  Thee>  °  my Lord? 

^  Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  cast  each  worthless  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

4  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame  ! 

5  Thou  knowest  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord  ; 

But  O,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


8s  &  7s. 
371    (^OME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
^-"  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
Praise  the  mount ;  I'm  fixed  upon  it ! 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 
19  ^89 


37 1 >  372]        The  Christian  Life. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

3  O,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart  —  O,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

Robert  Robinson,  1757. 


372 


L.  M. 
TV  J  Y  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
^*-"-    To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  Thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend  ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 
290 


Consecration.  [_Z12,  373 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  untainted  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


S.  M. 
373  "P\EAR  Lord  and  Master  mine, 
*^  Thy  happy  servant  see  ! 
My  Conqueror  !  with  what  joy  divine 
Thy  captive  clings  to  Thee. 

2  I  love  Thy  yoke  to  wear, 

To  feel  Thy  gracious  bands, 
Sweetly  restrained  by  Thy  care 
And  happy  in  Thy  hands. 

3  No  bar  would  I  remove  ; 

No  bond  would  I  unbind ; 
Within  the  limits  of  Thy  love 
Full  liberty  I  find. 

4  I  would  not  walk  alone, 

But  still  with  Thee,  my  God, 
At  every  step  my  blindness  own, 
And  ask  of  Thee  the  road. 

5  The  weakness  I  enjoy 

That  casts  me  on  Thy  breast ; 
The  conflicts  that  Thy  strength  employ 
Make  me  divinely  blest. 
291 


373?  374]        The  Christian  Life. 

6  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 

Still  keep  Thy  servant  true  ! 
My  guardian  and  my  guide  divine, 
Bring,  bring  Thy  pilgrim  through  ! 

7  My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 

Still  keep  me  in  Thy  train  : 
And  with  Thee  Thy  glad  captive  bring, 
When  Thou  return'st  to  reign. 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  1859. 


Psalm  CXVI.    C.  M. 
374  ^ \  THAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

*  *     For  all  His  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  Thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  Thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  Thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  Thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  Thy  servants  in  Thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4  How  happy  all  Thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  Thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  Thou  hast  made  Thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  Thy  love. 
292 


Consecration.  [  3  74-3  7  6 

Here,  in  Thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  Thy  rich  grace  record  \ 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


L.  M. 
375  A /f  Y  God,  permit  me  riot  to  be 

-LYJ-   A  stranger  to  myself  and  Thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn, 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


S.  M. 
376  "PjEAR  Saviour  !  I  am  Thine, 
*~^  By  everlasting  bands  ; 
My  name,  my  heart,  I  would  resign ; 
My  soul  is  in  Thy  hands. 
293 


376>  377]         The  Christian  Life, 

2  To  Thee  I  still  would  cleave 

With  ever  growing  zeal ; 
Let  millions  tempt  me  Christ  to  leave, 
They  never  shall  prevail  ! 

3  His  Spirit  shall  unite 

My  soul  to  Him,  my  Head  ; 
Shall  form  me  to  His  image  bright, 
And  teach  His  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  my  soul  divide 

From  this  abode  of  clay  ; 
But  love  shall  keep  me  near  His  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

What  should  remain  to  fear  ? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


L.  M. 
377  CO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
**-^  The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
Whilst  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

294 


Consecration.  {.377*  37% 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord ; 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

L.   M. 
378  HPAKE  my  poor  heart,  closed  let  it  be, 
^    O  Lamb  of  God,  to  all  but  Thee  ; 
Seal  Thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 

2  How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  Thy  bleeding  side  ; 
Who  life  and  strength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  Thee  move,  and  in  Thee  live. 

3  What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  Thou  Thy  quickening  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  givest  the  power  Thy  grace  to  move, 
O  wondrous  grace  !  O  boundless  love  ! 

4  How  can  it  be,  Thou  heavenly  King, 
That  Thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring  ? 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  Thy  throne, 
Decked  with  a  never-fading  crown  ! 

5  Ah,  Lord !  enlarge  our  scanty  thought, 

To  know  the  wonders  Thou  hast  wrought ! 
Unloose  our  stammering  tongues  to  tell, 
Thy  love  immense,  unsearchable  ! 

6  First-born  of  many  brethren  Thou, 
To  Thee,  lo,  all  our  souls  we  bow ; 

To  Thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give  ; 
Thine  may  we  die,  Thine  may  we  live.     Amen. 
Translated  by  J.  Wesley,  1738.     Altered. 
295 


379'  3^°]        The  Christian  Life, 

Psalm  LV.     S.  M. 

379  "I     ET  sinners  take  their  course, 
-*-^  And  choose  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 

I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  His  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  His  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  : 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  Thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  Thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  Thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  His  arm, 
And  rest  upon  His  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  His  love  : 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

7s. 

380  HT HINE  forever  !  God  of  love, 

*■     Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity  ! 
296 


381 


Prayer.  [380,  381 

Thine  forever  !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

Thine  forever  !  O,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
O  defend  us  to  the  end. 

Thine  forever  !  Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care 
Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

Thine  forever  !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Led  by  Thee  from  earth  to  heaven  J 

Mary  Fawler  Maude,  1848. 


8s&4s. 

TV /T  Y  God  !  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 
1*  J-   From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  Thy  feet  — 
The  hour  of  prayer  ? 

Blest  is  the  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

Then  is  my  strength  by  Thee  renewed ; 
Then  are  my  sins  by  Thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  Thou  cheer  my  solitude 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 
297 


381,  382]        The  Christian  Life. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find  ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind  ! 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear  ; 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay  ; 
And  e'en  the  penitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 

6  Lord !  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  Thee. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1 854. 


S.  M. 
382  "D  EHOLD  the  throne  of  grace! 
■*-^   The  promise  calls  me  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul !  ask  what  thou  wilt ; 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  : 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

4  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 
298 


Prayer.  [382,  383 

Teach  me  to  live  by  faith ; 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 

And  then  in  glory  shine. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


C.  M. 
383  T)RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
■*■      Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  Behold,  he  prays  ! 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death : 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  Nor  prayer  is  made  by  man  alone, 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
And  Jesus  on  the  eternal  throne 
For  mourners  intercedes. 
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3^3)  3^4]        The  Christian  Life. 

7  O  Thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray ! 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


L.  M 
384  T^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
-*-      From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-stained  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 
Though  sundered  far  ;  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  the  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  ; 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagle's  wings  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
\nd  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  O,  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  thy  mercy-seat. 

Hugh  Stow  ell,  1 83 1. 
300 


Prayer,  [385,  386 

L.  M. 
385  T  ESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
J    There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And  going  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  Name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  Heaven  before  our  eyes. 

5  Behold,  at  Thy  commanding  word, 
We  stretch  the  curtain  and  the  cord ; 
Come  Thou,  and  fill  this  wider  space, 
And  bless  us  with  a  large  increase. 

6  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near  ■ 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own ! 

William  Cowper,  1779. 

S.  M. 
386  T  ESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
J    The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray  and  never  faint. 
301 


386,  387]        The  Christian  Life, 

2  He  bows  His  gracious  ear, 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  Him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry, 
Yes,  though  He  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  His  nature,  truth,  and  love, 

Engage  Him  on  their  side  ; 
When  they  are  grieved,  His  mercies  move, 
And  can  they  be  denied  ? 

6  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


L.  M. 

387  "\  ^7" HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
*         In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw  ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 
302 


Prayer.  [387,  388 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again  • 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me!" 

William  Cowper,  1 779. 

L.  M. 
388  T  T  AST  thou  within  a  care  so  deep, 

*■■  **■    It  chases  from  thine  eyelids  sleep  ? 
To  thy  Redeemer  take  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

2  Hast  thou  a  hope  with  which  thy  heart 
Would  almost  feel  it  death  to  part  ? 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown, 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lay  it  down. 

3  Hast  thou  a  friend  whose  image  dear, 
May  prove  an  idol  worshipped  here  ? 
Implore  the  Lord  that  nought  may  be 
A  shadow  between  Heaven  and  thee. 

4  Whate'er  the  care  that  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er  the  wish  that  swells  thy  breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

Ryle's  Coll. 
303 


3^9*  39°]        The  Christian  Life. 

Psalm  XXVII.    C.  M. 
389  C  OON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
^   "  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  Thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  Thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die  ; 
My  God  will  make  my  life  His  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not,  my  soul  believed 
To  see  Thy  grace  provide  relief ; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


7s. 
390  /^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
^  Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer : 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 
304 


Prayer,  [390>  39 J 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face, 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear, 

Print  Thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do  ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith ; 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

John  Newton,  1 779. 


IIS  &  IOS. 

391  /^OME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
^-'   Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an- 
guish, — 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot  heal : 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
20  305 


39 1 >  392]        The  Christian  Life. 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot  cure  : 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life,  —  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in  love  : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  —  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  heaven  can  remove. 

Thomas  Moore,  1816. 


C.  M. 
392    A  PPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
^*-  Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died ! 

5  O,  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name  ! 

John  Newton,  1779. 
306 


Communion  with  God.  [393 

8s  &  7s,  double. 
393  T    OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

■*— '  Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion  ; 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest : 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be,  — 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  grace  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing  ; 

Glory  in  Thy  precious  love. 

4  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be  : 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  Thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  ; 
307 


393)  394]        The  Christian  Life. 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  Wesley,  1746. 


Psalm  LXIII.    S.  M. 

394  ]\ /T  Y  God,  permit  my  tongue 

*■***   This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  earnest  cries  prevail 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  Thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place  ; 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  Thy  quickening  grace. 

4  For  life  without  Thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 

6  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
308 


395 


Communion  with  God.      [394,  395 

7  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  XLII.    C.  M. 
A  S  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
■**•  When  heated  in  the=  chase  ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee, 


And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  Thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  • 
O,  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine  ? 

3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God  ;  who  will  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn ; 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 
To  my  oppressor's  scorn  ? 

5  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 

When  Thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh  ; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blessed  than  I. 

6  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still ;  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  Him  who  is  Thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 
309 


396>  397]        The  Christian  Life. 

c.  M. 
396  [^OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
^-"  Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Then  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  Paradise 
Our  raptured  thoughts  explore. 

3  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  tears,  and  care, 

And  discord,  there  shall  cease  ; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

4  There,  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light, 

The  exalted  Saviour  shines, 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

5  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs, 
And  endless  honors  to  His  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  Thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

C.  M. 
397   T  ESUS,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast, 
J    In  cords  of  heavenly  love  ; 
Then  sweetly  draw  me  to  Thy  breast, 
Nor  let  me  thence  remove. 
310 


Communion  with  God.       [397,  398 

2  Draw  me  from  all  created  good, 

From  self,  the  world,  and  sin, 
To  the  dear  fountain  of  Thy  blood, 
And  make  me  pure  within. 

3  O  lead  me  to  Thy  mercy-seat, 

Attract  me  nearer  still ; 
Draw  me,  like  Mary,  to  Thy  feet, 
To  sit  and  learn  Thy  will. 

4  O  draw  me  by  Thy  Providence, 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word, 
From  all  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
To  Thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1 790. 


C.    P.  M. 
f~\  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
^-^  When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
In  vain  desire  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 
In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
3" 


39^>  399]        The  Christian  Life. 

For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 
Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  O  that  I  could  forever  sit 

With  Mary  at  my  Saviour's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  j 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast  \ 
From  care  and  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  Thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 


C.  M. 
399    A  LONE  with  Thee,  with  Thee  alone, 
**•     I  breathe  the  heavenly  air ; 
Lord  !  what  sweet  wonders  hast  Thou  shown 
Thy  lonely  worshipper ! 

2  Thou  takest  this  rapt  soul  apart 

Into  Thy  secret  place  ; 
Thou  keepest  for  this  yearning  heart 
The  fullness  of  Thy  grace. 

3  For  these  blest  eyes  Thou  openest 

Full  many  a  deep  divine  ; 
In  these  glad  ears  Thou  whisperest 
Some  secret  sweet  of  Thine. 
312 


Christian  Fellowship.        [399,  400 

4  Beneath  some  tree,  beside  some  spring, 

I  find  a  place  of  prayer ; 
Upon  some  mountain  top  I  sing 
And  build  a  Bethel  there. 

5  O  Lord,  my  God,  mine  all,  mine  own, 

Still  grant  these  visits  sweet ! 
Still  meet  Thy  lover  all  alone  ! 
These  blessed  hours  repeat. 

T.  H,  Gill,  1859. 


L.  M. 
400  TUT  OW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
■■■-*■   In  union  sweet,  according  minds ; 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  tears  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  both  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  His  awful  face  ; 

How  high,  how  strong,  their  raptures  swell, 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above  ; 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

Mrs.  Barbauld,  1825. 
313 


401,  4°2]        The  Christian  Life. 

c.  M. 
401  T  T  0W  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
•*■  ■*■    When  those  that  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  His  word ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows, 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Joseph  Swain,  179: 

S.  M. 
402  T)  LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

*-*   Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 
3H 


Christian  Fellowship.        [402,  403 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

Dr.  John  Fawcett,  1772. 


H.  M. 
403  /^NE  sole  baptismal  sign, 

^-^   One  Lord,  below,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine, 

One  only  watchword  —  Love  : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one, 

One  Priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone  ! 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  spring, 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 
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403,  404]        The  Christian  Life. 

3  Head  of  Thy  church  beneath, 
The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 
Her  broken  frame  renew  ! 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

Robert  Robinson,  1780. 


C.    M. 
404  /^OME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
^-"  That  have  obtained  the  prize ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth,  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  His  host  hath  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  is  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 
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Christian  Fellowship.       [404-406 

6  His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 

And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  that  heavenly  land. 

7  O  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  Guide  ; 

O  that  the  word  were  given, 
Come,  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  wave  divide, 
And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

C.  Wesley,  1759. 

CM. 
405  "LJ  APPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
■*■       And  saved  by  grace  alone  : 
Walking  in  all  Thy  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  Thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  throne  ; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace  : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  Holy  to  the  Holiest  leads  ; 

From  hence  our  spirits  rise : 
And  he  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley,  1745. 

CM. 
406  "pOUNTAIN  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 

A      Our  thankful  hearts  incline ; 
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406,  407]        The  Christian  Life. 

What  can  we  render,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine  ? 

2  But  Thou  hast  needy  brethren  here, 

Partakers  of  Thy  grace, 
Whose  names  Thou  wilt  Thyself  confess 
Before  the  Father's  face. 

3  And  in  their  accents  of  distress 

Thy  pleading  voice  is  heard  ; 
In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed,  and  fed, 
And  visited,  and  cheered. 

4  Thy  face  with  reverence  and  with  love 

We  in  Thy  poor  would  see  ; 
O  may  we  minister  to  them, 
And  in  them,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


Psalm  XLI.    L.  M. 
407  "D  LEST  is  the  man  whose  spirit  shares 
*-*   A  suffering  brother's  wants  and  cares 
The  Lord  will  visit  him  in  grief, 
And  bring  his  trials  sweet  relief. 

2  The  sinner's  Friend  delights  to  see 
His  people  kind  and  good  as  He, 
And  bids  them  each  with  each  unite 
To  make  their  common  burden  light. 

3  That  burden  well  the  Saviour  knows  ; 
He  bore  on  earth  our  sins  and  woes  ; 
By  friends  betrayed,  by  foes  assailed, 
Yet  love  divine  o'er  all  prevailed. 

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A  Ims giving.  [40  7-409 

That  love,  O  Lord,  still  let  us  share, 
Still  lead  us  on  through  foe  and  snare, 
Till  we  Thy  face  unclouded  see, 
And  lose  ourselves  and  earth  in  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


L.  M. 
408  ^\  \  J  HEN  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
*  v     The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here, 
Where'er  He  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  fainting  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night, 
Beheld  His  face  —  for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  His  praises  sung. 

3  With  bounding  steps,  the  halt  and  lame 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came  ; 
O'er  the  cold  grave  He  bowed  His  head, 
He  spake  the  word,  and  raised  the  dead. 

4  Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
In  His  inspiring  presence  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

5  Through  paths  of  loving-kindness  led, 
Where  Jesus  triumphed,  we  would  tread  ; 
To  all,  with  willing  hands,  dispense 

The  gifts  of  our  benevolence. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 

L.  M. 
409  "U"  AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
*~       And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
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409,  4X°]        The  Christian  Life, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  : 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.  M. 
410  T^ATHER  of  mercies,  send  Thy  grace, 
"■■      All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  Thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know,  — 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid  ; 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  ; 
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Christian  Activity.         [410-412 

And  'midst  the  embraces  of  Thy  love, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 
And  gave  the  richest  of  His  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


S.    M. 
411    A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
-**  A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely  ! 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

C.  Wesley,  1762. 


C.  M. 

412    A  WAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

*■*•  And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
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412,  4I3J        The  Christian  Life, 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


L.  M. 

413  T7ORTH  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 

A      My  daily  labor  to  pursue, 

Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know, 

In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  The  task  Thy  wisdom  hath  assigned 
O  let  me  cheerfully  fulfill ; 
In  all  my  works  Thy  presence  find, 
And  prove  Thine  acceptable  will. 

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Christian  Activity.         [413,  414 

3  Preserve  me  from  my  calling's  snare, 

And  hide  my  simple  heart  above, 
Above  the  thorns  of  choking  care, 
The  gilded  baits  of  worldly  love. 

4  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 

Whose  eyes  mine  inmost  substance  see, 
And  labor  on  at  Thy  command, 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  Thee. 

5  Give  me  to  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day. 

6  For  Thee  delightfully  employ 

Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given, 
And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 

And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 
C.  Wesley,  1749. 


C.  M. 
414  T3  ISE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 
-*^  By  ancient  worthies  trod  ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith  and  hope  and  mighty  deeds 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood 

They  conquered  every  foe  ; 
And  to  His  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  of  life  they  owe. 
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4i4>  4J5]        The  Christian  Life, 

4  Lord !  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 
The  patterns  Thou  hast  given, 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road 
That  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

John  Needham,  1768. 


C.    M. 
415  C\  NOT  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 
^-^   My  longing  soul  is  stirred  ; 
O,  give  me  a  diviner  name  : 
Call  me  Thy  servant,  Lord  ! 

2  Sweet  title  that  delighteth  me  — 

Rank  earnestly  implored  ; 
O  what  can  reach  the  dignity 
Of  Thy  true  servants,  Lord  ? 

3  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 

As  self-sustained  and  free  ; 
O,  not  mine  own,  O,  not  mine  own, 
Lord,  I  belong  to  Thee  ! 

4  In  each  aspiring  burst  of  prayer, 

Sweet  leave  my  soul  would  ask 
Thine  every  burden,  Lord,  to  bear, 
To  do  Thine  every  task. 

5  Forever  Lord,  Thy  servant  choose,  — 

Nought  of  Thy  claim  abate  ! 
The  glorious  name  I  would  not  lose, 
Nor  change  the  sweet  estate. 

6  In  life,  in  death,  on  earth,  in  heaven, 

No  other  name  for  me  ! 
The  same  sweet  style  and  title  given 

Through  all  eternity. 

T.  H.  Gill,  1859. 
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Christian  Activity.  [416,  417 

L.  M. 

416    A  WAKE,  our  souls  !  away  our  fears, 

'**'  Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint : 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young  ; 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  Thine  abode  \ 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


Irreg.     Matt.  X. 
417  /^OME,  labor  on: 

^   Who  dares  stand  idle  on  the  harvest  plain, 
While  all  around  him  waves  the  golden  grain, 
And  every  servant  hears  the  Master  say, 
"  Go,  work  to-day  ?  " 
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417)  4  J8]         T/fc*  Christian  Life. 

2  Come,  labor  on  : 

The  laborers  are  few,  the  field  is  wide  ; 
New  stations  must  be  filled,  and  blanks  supplied ; 
From  voices  distant  far,  or  near  at  home, 
The  call  is  "  Come." 

3  Come,  labor  on  : 

The  enemy  is  watching,  night  and  day, 
To  sow  the  tares,  to  snatch  the  seed  away : 
While  we  in  sleep  our  duty  have  forgot, 
He  slumbered  not. 

4  Come,  labor  on  : 

Away  with  gloomy  doubt  and  faithless  fear  ! 
No  arm  so  weak  but  may  do  service  here  ; 
By  feeblest  agents  can  our  God  fulfill 
His  righteous  will. 

5  Come,  labor  on  : 

No  time  for  rest,  till  glows  the  western  sky, 
While  the  long  shadows  o'er  our  pathway  lie, 
And  a  glad  sound  comes  with  the  setting  sun, 
"  Servants,  well  done  !  " 

6  Come,  labor  on  : 

The  toil  is  pleasant,  the  reward  is  sure  ; 
Blessed  are  those  who  to  the  end  endure  ; 
How  full  their  joy,  how  deep  their  rest  shall  be, 
O  Lord,  with  Thee  ! 

Hymnologia  Christiana. 


CM. 
418  C\  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
^-^    A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 
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Holy  Aspiration,  [418,  419 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

W.  Cowper,  1779. 


6s  &  4s. 
419  TVT  EARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
•^    Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  \ 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 
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4i9>  42o]        The  Christian  Life. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  send'st  to  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Sarah  Flower  Adams,  1! 
C.  M. 


ORD  !  when  I  all  things  would  possess 
■*— '     I  crave  but  to  be  Thine  : 


420 

-■— '     I  crave  but  1 

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Holy  Aspiration.  [420,  421 

O,  lowly  is  the  loftiness 
Of  these  desires  divine. 

2  Each  gift  but  helps  my  soul  to  learn 

How  boundless  is  Thy  store  ; 
I  go  from  strength  to  strength,  and  yearn 
For  Thee,  my  Helper,  more. 

3  How  can  my  soul  divinely  soar, 

How  keep  the  shining  way, 

And  not  more  tremblingly  adore, 

And  not  more  humbly  pray  ? 

4  The  more  I  triumph  in  Thy  gifts, 

The  more  I  wait  on  Thee  ; 
The  grace  that  mightily  uplifts 
Most  sweetly  humbleth  me. 

5  The  heaven  where  I  would  stand  complete 

My  lowly  love  shall  see  ; 
And  stronger  grow  the  yearning  sweet, 
My  Holy  One,  for  Thee. 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  1859. 


10s. 
421    A  BIDE  with  me  !  Fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 

-^*-  The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me  abide  ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim  ;  its  glories  pass  away  \ 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 

O  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word  ; 
But  as  Thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 

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421,  422]        The  Christian  Life. 

Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me. 

4  Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings, 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  Thy  wings ; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea : 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me. 

5  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile  ; 
And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee : 

On  to  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

6  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour. 

What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  O  abide  with  me ! 

7  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness : 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

8  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes, 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows 

flee: 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1847. 


Psalm  CXVI.     L.  M. 

422  T3  EDEEMED  from  guilt,  redeemed  from  fears, 

-"-^-  My  soul  enlarged,  and  dried  my  tears, 

What  can  I  do,  O  Love  Divine, 

What,  to  repay  such  gifts  as  Thine  ? 

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Holy  Aspiration.  \A22>  423 

2  What  can  I  do,  so  poor,  so  weak, 

But  from  Thy  hands  new  blessings  seek, 
A  heart  to  feel  Thy  mercies  more, 
A  soul  to  know  Thee,  and  adore  ? 

3  O  teach  me  at  Thy  feet  to  fall, 
And  yield  Thee  up  myself,  my  all ! 
Before  Thy  saints  my  debts  to  own, 
And  live  and  die  to  Thee  alone  ! 

4  Thy  spirit,  Lord,  at  large  impart, 
Expand  and  raise  and  fill  my  heart  S 
So  may  I  hope  my  life  shall  be 
Some  faint  return,  O  Lord,  to  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


423 


Psalm  CXIX.    C.  M. 
(~\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
^-^  To  keep  His  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace, 
To  know  and  do  His  will. 

O  send  Thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 

Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

Order  my  footsteps  by  Thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord  ; 

But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 
33i 


423,  424]        The  Christian  Life. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet  since  I've  not  forgot  Thy  way, 
Restore  Thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  Thy  commands ; 

^Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Psalm  CXIX.    C.  M. 
424  TV/T  Y  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 
^yj-    Lord,  give  me  life  divine  : 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust, 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  Thy  grace, 

To  speed  me  in  Thy  way ; 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  Thy  quickening  powers ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 

4  Are  not  Thy  mercies  sovereign  still  ? 

And  Thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  Thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal, 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

5  Does  not  my  heart  Thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  Thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 
332 


Holy  Aspiration.  [424-426 

6  Then  shall  I  love  Thy  gospel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  Thy  word  ; 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


425 


C.  M. 
f~\  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
^-^  A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  filled  with  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good  ; 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine  ! 

5  Thy  nature,  dearest  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

C.  Wesley,  1742. 

L.   M. 
426  "C*AR.  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone, 
-*-      Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
333 


426,  427]         The  Christian  Life, 

Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare  ; 
How  sweet  Thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  Thee  Thy  Father's  glories  shine ; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


S.  M.     8  lines. 
427    T  ESUS,  my  Strength,  my  Hope, 
J    On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  prayer : 
Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  Thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
334 


Holy  Aspiration,  [427>  428 

Forever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

3  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 

To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  Thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less ; 
This  blessing,  above  all, 

Always  to  pray,  I  want ; 
Out  of  the  deep,  on  Thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

4  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  Thee  and  Thy  great  name ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  Thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  Thy  grace. 

5  I  rest  upon  Thy  word, 

Thy  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  Thee  ; 
But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  Thy  perfect  love. 

C.  Wesley,  1742. 


428 


Psalm  CXXXI.     7s. 
T    ORD,  forever  at  Thy  side 
■*— '  Let  my  place  and  portion  be : 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 
335 


428,  429]        The   Christian  Life. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken  —  I  believe, 
Though  the  oracle  be  sealed. 

3  Humble  as  a  little  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtleties  beguiled, 
On  Thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Israel !  now  and  evermore 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 
Him,  in  all  His  ways,  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

James  Montgomery  >  1822. 


8s  &  7s. 


429 


r"PARRY  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 
■*■    For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 


See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances  ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness ; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

4  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour  ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me  — 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 


A11071. 


Holy  Aspiration.  [43° 


C.  M.     6  lines. 
430  T^ATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
•*■      Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  : 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

2  I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

And  wipe  the  weeping  eyes  ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate  ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 
2  337 


43°»  43  0  The  Christian  Life. 

6  And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask 
Among  my  blessings  be, 
I'd  have  my  spirit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee  ; 
More  careful  —  not  to  serve  Thee  much, 
But  please  Thee  perfectly. 

Anna  Lcetitia  Waring,  1850. 


M. 


431 


f~\  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight, 
^-^  The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee  ; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross  ; 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'ernow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  Thee  ; 
O  let  Thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

Translated  from  Tersteegen, 

by  J.  Wesley,  1738. 

333 


Afflictions.  [432,  433 

L.  M. 
432  HTHE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
-*-  Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  call  • 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  ! 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill ; 
Control  the  waves ;  say,  "  Peace,  be  still !  " 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  Thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  Thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-tossed,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  ; 
Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  main, 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

W.  Cow  per,   1779. 


S.  M. 
433  "VTOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
■*■     Down  from  the  willows  take : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  : 
339 


433]  The  Christian  Life. 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  The  people  of  His  choice 

He  will  not  cast  away  ; 
Yet  do  not  always  here  expect 
On  Tabor's  mount  to  stay. 

5  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  His  name. 

6  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control  • 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

7  Wait  till  the  shadows  flee  \ 

Wait  thy  appointed  hour  • 
Wait  till  the  Bridegroom  of  thy  soul 
Reveal  His  sovereign  power. 

8  The  time  of  Love  will  come, 

When  thou  shalt  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  Blood, 
But  that  it  flowed  for  thee  ! 

9  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1772. 
340 


Afflictions.  [434,  435 

s.  M. 
434  (~^  I VE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
^-*   Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  through  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 
Wait  thou  His  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart ! 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ! 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
Bid  every  care  be  gone. 

4  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought, 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

5  What,  though  thou  rulest  not ! 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

Paul  Gerhard;,  translated  by  J.  Wesley,  1 739. 


C.  M. 
435  C\  THOU  whose  sacred  feet  have  trod 
^-^     The  thorny  path  of  woe  \ 
Forbid  that  I  should  slight  the  rod, 
Or  faint  beneath  the  blow. 

2  My  spirit  to  its  chastening  stroke 
I  meekly  would  resign  ; 
Nor  murmur  at  the  heaviest  yoke 
That  tells  me  I  am  Thine. 
34i 


435'  43^]        The  Christian  Life. 

3  Give  me  the  spirit  of  Thy  trust, 

To  suffer  as  a  son, 
To  say,  though  lying  in  the  dust, 
My  Father's  will  be  done  ! 

4  I  know  that  trial  works  for  ends 

Too  high  for  sense  to  trace, 
That  oft  in  dark  attire  He  sends 
Some  embassy  of  grace. 

5  May  none  depart  till  I  have  gained 

The  blessing  which  it  bears, 
And  learn,  though  late,  I  entertained 
An  angel  unawares. 

6  So  shall  I  bless  the  hour  that  sent 

The  mercy  of  the  rod, 
And  build  an  altar  by  the  tent 
Where  I  have  met  with  God. 

James  D.  Burns,  1858. 


7s. 
436  "\  \  7*HEN  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
*  ^  When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn  ; 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne  ; 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

3  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin  ; 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

342 


Afflictions.  [436,437 

4  Thou  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known, 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own  ; 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

5  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls  ; 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

6  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head  ; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed  ; 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

Henry  Hart  Mi/man,  1837. 


L.  M. 
437  T  ASKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
•*-    In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Might  more  of  His  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  His  face. 

2  'Twas  He  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  He,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer  ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hoped  that,  in  some  favored  hour, 

At  once  He'd  answer  my  request, 

And  by  His  love's  constraining  power 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  He  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 
343 


437>  438]         The  Christian  Life. 

5  Yea,  more  \  with  His  own  hand  He  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?  "  I  trembling  cried  ; 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  Thy  worm  to  death  ?  " 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  mayst  seek  thy  all  in  Me." 

John  Newton,  1779. 


C.   M. 
438    A  LAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 


What  snares  beset  my  way 


To  heaven,  O,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 

How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

O  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 

Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail  • 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
344 


Afflictions.  [438-440 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  Thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  Thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ! 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  Thee. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 

7s. 
439  ''""PIS  my  happiness  below 

**■     Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall  ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chastisement  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 
I  should  prove  a  cast- away  ? 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet  ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  • 
Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low  and  keep  me  there. 

William  Cow  per,  1779. 

L.  M. 
440  "D  E  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares 

*~*  To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares : 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  His  gracious  word. 
345 


44A  44 1]        7^*  Christian  Life. 

2  Brought  safely  by  His  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want,  if  He  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

3  When  first,  before  His  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  Him  thine  all  commit ; 
He  gave  thee  warrant,  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  His  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  He  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  He  not  His  promise  passed 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


441 


L.  M. 
T    ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
■*— '  "  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  \ " 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things  —  or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  He  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong ; 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

Isaac  Walts,  1709. 
346 


Afflictions.  [44  2,  443 

L.  M. 
442  "\  \  7"HEN  in  the  hour  of  lonely  woe, 
*  *  I  give  my  sorrow  leave  to  flow, 
And  anxious  fear  and  dark  distrust 
Weigh  down  my  spirit  to  the  dust ; 

2  When  not  e'en  friendship's  gentle  aid 
Can  heal  the  wounds  the  world  has  made, 
O,  this  shall  check  each  rising  sigh, 
That  Jesus  is  forever  nigh. 

3  His  counsels  and  upholding  care 
My  safety  and  my  comfort  are  ; 
And  He  shall  guide  me  all  my  days, 
Till  glory  crown  the  work  of  grace. 

4  Jesus  !  in  whom  but  Thee  above 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  Thee  ? 

5  My  flesh  is  hastening  to  decay, 

Soon  shall  the  world  have  passed  away ; 

And  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 

When  heart  and  strength  and  life  shall  fail  ? 

6  But  O,  be  Thou,  my  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  while  I  die  ; 
My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine  ! 

Josiah  Conder,  1 85  5. 

7s  &  6s. 
443  C  OMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
^    The  Christian  while  he  sings  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 
With  healing  in  His  wings  : 
347 


443»  444]  The  Christian  Life. 

When  comforts  are  declining, 
He  grants  the  soul  again 

A  season  of  clear  shining, 
To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  He  will  bear  us  through  ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

William  Cowper,  1779. 

S.   M. 
444  "LT  OW  gentle  God's  commands, 
•*-  -*•      How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
348 


Afflictions.  [444>  445 

Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  His  constant  care. 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved 

Down  to  the  present  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


S.  M. 

445  C\  WHAT,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

^-^     Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 

Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 

When  we  have  borne  the  Cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 

When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below : 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 
Boundless  their  joy  above, 

Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 
349 


445 »  44^]        The  Christian  Life. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 
Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 

All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain, 
May  be  our  portion  here  : 

5  Enough  if  Thou  at  last 
The  word  of  blessing  give, 

And  let  us  rest  beneath  Thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 

6  All  glory,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  for  evermore.     Amen. 

Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  1852. 


C.  M. 
446  1\/T UST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
^ '  -*-    And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  This  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear  ; 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

4  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  ring, 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high ; 
The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives  no  more  to  die. 
35o 


Sickness.  [446,  447 

O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 

And  bear  my  soul  away. 

G.  N.  Allen,  1S52. 


C.  M. 

447  "X  yl  7"HEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
*  *     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  His  blood 
My  debt  of  sufferings  paid. 

5  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

6  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His. 
35i 


447'  44-8]        The  Christian  Life. 

7  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
To  waft  my  spirit  home. 

8  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee  ? 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1777. 


L.   M. 
448  /^OD  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
^J  Afflicted,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall ; 
O,  while  the  swelling  floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  Thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor. 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  the  humble  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  Thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer  : 
The  promise  of  a  faithful  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

5  Fair  is  the  lot  that's  cast  for  me, 
I  have  an  Advocate  with  Thee ; 
They  whom  the  world  caresses  most 
Have  no  such  privilege  to  boast. 

352 


Sickness.  [448,  449 

6  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
That  man  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

W.  Cowper,  1770. 

CM. 
449  TV  A  Y  God,  Thy  service  well  demands 
^  *■     The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renewed, 
But  to  renew  Thy  praise  ? 

2  Thine  arm  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  life  was  hovering  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

3  Calmly  I  bowed  my  fainting  head 

On  Thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 
Pleased  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  His  eternal  rest. 

4  Into  Thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God, 

Did  I  my  soul  resign  • 
In  firm  dependence  on  that  truth 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave 

At  Thy  command  I  come : 
Nor  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  Thou  appointest  my  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For  in  Thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven  with  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 
23  353 


450,  45 x]        The  Christian  Life. 

Psalm  LXVI.     C.  M. 
450  "XT  0W  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
*■  ^    To  that  almighty  Power, 
That  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  His  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  He  hath  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  His  heavenly  aid  ; 
He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  shade. 

4  If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart 

While  prayer  employed  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  His  praises  sung. 

5  But  God  —  His  name  be  ever  blest  — 

Hath  set  my  spirit  free  \ 
Nor  turned  from  Him  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turned  His  heart  from  me. 

Isaac  Watts,  Ijig. 


451 


C.  M. 
"C"ATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
•*-      Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

354 


Resig  nation .  [451,452 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  Thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


452  C\  HOLY  Saviour,  Friend  unseen ! 

^-^  The  faint,  the  weak  on  Thee  may  lean  ; 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  Thee. 

2  Blest  with  communion  so  divine, 
Take  what  Thou  wilt,  shall  I  repine, 
When,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  may  cling  to  Thee  ? 

3  Far  from  her  home,  fatigued,  opprest, 
Here  she  has  found  a  place  of  rest, 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest 

While  she  can  cling  to  Thee ! 

4  Without  a  murmur  I  dismiss 

My  former  dreams  of  earthly  bliss  ; 
My  joy,  my  recompense  be  this, 
Each  hour  to  cling  to  Thee  ! 

5  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  joys  remove  ? 
With  patient  uncomplaining  love 

Still  would  I  cling  to  Thee  ! 

6  Oft  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Some  barren  waste  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
A  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Whispers,  "  Still  cling  to  me  !  " 

355 


45  2>  453]        The  Christian  Life. 

7  Though  faith  and  hope  awhile  be  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside  : 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 

The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee  ! 

8  They  fear  not  life's  rough  storms  to  brave, 
Since  Thou  art  near,  and  strong  to  save ; 
Nor  shudder  e'en  at  death's  dark  wave  ; 

Because  they  cling  to  Thee ! 

9  Blest  is  my  lot,  whate'er  befall : 
What  can  disturb  me,  who  appall, 
While,  as  my  strength,  my  rock,  my  all, 

Saviour  !  I  cling  to  Thee  ? 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1834. 


453  HPHY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 
-*-     However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand, 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 

2  Smooth  let  it  be  or  rough, 

It  will  be  still  the  best  ; 
Winding  or  straight,  it  leads 
Right  onward  to  Thy  rest. 

3  I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God ; 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

4  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine  ;  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine  j 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
356 


Resignation.  [45  3,  454 

5  Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem ; 
Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill ; 

6  Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health  ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 

7  Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 
My  wisdom,  and  my  all ! 

H.  Bonar,  1856. 

L.  M. 
454  117 AIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ! 
*  *     Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise ; 
His  ways  are  just,  His  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  His  work,  the  cause  conceals  ; 
But  though  His  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  His  throne. 

3  In  heaven  and  earth,  in  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  His  wise  decrees  ; 

And  by  His  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  He  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Then,  O  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  His  awful  seat : 
And  midst  the  terrors  of  His  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 
357 


455'  45^]        The  Christian  Life. 

c.  M. 
455  C\  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfill, 
^^     And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will, 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  from  Thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No  !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor  all  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  Mercy  guide  my  way : 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  — 
A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth  ? 

6  But  ah,  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway, 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

W.  Cowper,  1779. 


C.  M. 

456  , 

may 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 
358 


jV/T  Y  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name  ! 
**  O  may  I  call  Thee  mine? 


Resignation.  [45 6,  457 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly ; 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  Thy  providence  denies, 

I  calmly  would  resign, 
For  Thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise : 
O  bend  my  will  to  Thine. 

4  Whate'er  Thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  His  tender  care. 

5  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 
That  all  Thy  ways  are  right. 

6  My  God,  my  Father,  be  Thy  name 

My  solace  and  my  stay  ; 
O  wilt  Thou  seal  my  humble  claim, 
And  drive  my  fears  away  ? 

Anne  Steele,  1 760. 


CM. 

457  1V/T  Y  God  !  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 
^Y-*-     Abides  forever  sure  ; 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  Thou,  the  everlasting  God, 
My  Father  art  become, 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home, 
359 


457»  45 8]        The  Christian  Life. 

3  I  welcome  all  Thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  Thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

4  Thy  covenant  in  the  darkest  gloom 

Shall  heavenly  rays  impart, 
Which,  when  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
Shall  warm  my  chilling  heart. 

Philip  Doddridge^  1755. 


458 


8s  &  4s. 
\J[  Y  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

A    Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
O,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh, 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Though  Thou  hast  called  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prized,  it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  have  but  yielded  what  was  Thine  : 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Should  grief  or  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 
My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done. 

Let  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest : 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 
360 


Resignation,  [45 8,  459 

6  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 

7  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1 836. 


6s. 

459  TV/T  Y  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

^VA      O  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  * 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

3  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 
Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
361 


459.  46o]         The  Christian  Life. 

Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt ! 
All  shall  be  well  for  me : 
Each  changing  future  scene 
I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

Translated  from  B.  Schmolke,  1714. 


460 


Psalm  XXXI.    S.  M. 
j\/f  Y  spirit  on  Thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  love  divine. 

In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 

And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

Whate'er  events  betide, 
Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 

Safe  on  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 

Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 
362 


Resignation.  [461,  462 

c.  M. 

461  T    ORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care, 
"^  Whether  I  die  or  live : 

To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long  I  will  be  glad, 

That  I  may  long  obey  : 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 

3  Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before  ; 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

4  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For  if  Thy  work  on-  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

5  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days  ; 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints, 
To  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

6  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  : 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Richard  Baxter,  1 68 1. 

L.  M.     6  lines. 

462  T  T  E  sendeth  sun,  He  sendeth  shower, 

■^  -*■   Alike  they're  needful  for  the  flower  ; 
And  joys  and  tears  alike  are  sent 
To  give  the  soul  fit  nourishment : 
363 


462,  463]         The  Christian  Life. 

As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

2  Can  loving  children  e'er  reprove 

With  murmurs  whom  they  trust  and  love  ? 
Creator,  I  would  ever  be 
A  trusting,  loving  child  to  Thee  : 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

3  O  ne'er  will  I  at  life  repine  ; 
Enough  that  Thou  hast  made  it  mine  ; 
When  falls  the  shadow  cold  of  death, 
I  yet  will  sing  with  parting  breath  : 

As  comes  to  me  or  shade  or  sun, 
Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

Sarah  Flower  Adams,  184] 

C.  P.  M. 

"  Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him  ;  for  He  careth  for  you." 

463  C\  LORD,  how  happy  should  we  be 
^-^   If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best. 

2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wild  alarms  ; 
O  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  Almighty  arms ! 

3  Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer ; 
364 


A  Pilgrimage.  [463,  464 

Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 
Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 

4  We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should  ; 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away ; 
But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 

5  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace.     Amen. 

Joseph  Anstice,  1 836. 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
464  /^UIDE  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
^-*  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  : 
Bread  of  Heaven  !  Bread  of  Heaven ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 
Strong  Deliverer !  Strong  Deliverer ! 

Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
365 


464,  465]        The  Christian  Life. 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises  !   Songs  of  praises  ! 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

Translated  from  the  Welsh  of  William  Williams,  1774. 


C.  M. 


465 


f~\  MEAN  may  seem  this  house  of  clay, 
^-^     Yet  'twas  the  Lord's  abode ; 
Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear  ; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep ; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear  ; 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep. 

3  Our  very  frailty  brings  us  near 

Unto  the  Lord  of  Heaven  ; 
To  every  grief,  to  every  tear 
Such  glory  strange  is  given. 

4  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 

Shall  link  us  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Not  only  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 

5  We  shall  be  reckoned  for  Thine  own, 

Because  Thy  heaven  we  share, 

Because  we  sing  around  Thy  throne 

And  Thy  bright  raiment  wear. 

6  O  mighty  grace,  our  life  to  live, 

To  make  our  earth  divine  ! 
O  mighty  grace,  Thy  heaven  to  give, 
And  lift  our  life  to  Thine  ! 
366 


A  Pilgrimage.  [465-467 

Yes,  strange  the  gifts  and  marvelous 

By  Thee  received  and  given  ! 
Thou  tookest  woe  and  death  for  us, 

And  we  receive  Thy  Heaven. 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  i860. 


L.    M. 
466  (~\  LORD,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
^-^   Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  Thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime  : 

We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  \ 
But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  we  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

Madame  Guion,  1689;  translated  by  W.  Cowper,  17 79. 

CM. 
467  HP  H  RICE  happy  souls,  who  born  from  heaven, 
-*-    While  yet  they  sojourn  here, 
Thus  all  their  days  with  God  begin, 
And  spend  them  in  His  fear ! 

2  'Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present 
Its  incense  to  Thy  throne, 
367 


467,  468]        The  Christian  Life, 

And  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  Thine  alone. 

3  As  sanctified  to  noblest  ends, 

Be  each  refreshment  sought, 
And  by  each  various  providence 
Some  wise  instruction  brought. 

4  When  to  laborious  duties  called, 

Or  by  temptations  tried, 
We'll  seek  the  shelter  of  Thy  wings, 
And  in  Thy  strength  confide. 

5  As  different  scenes  of  life  arise, 

Our  grateful  hearts  would  be 
With  Thee  amidst  the  social  band, 
In  solitude  with  Thee. 

6  At  night  we  lean  our  weary  heads 

On  Thy  paternal  breast, 
And,  safely  folded  in  Thine  arms, 
Resign  our  powers  to  rest. 

7  In  solid  pure  delights  like  these, 

Let  all  my  days  be  passed  ; 
Nor  shall  I  then  impatient  wish, 
Nor  shall  I  fear  the  last. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


7s. 

468  /^HILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King! 

^-"   As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 

Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways  ! 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
368 


A  Pilgrimage.  [468,  469 

They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
Ye  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

John  Cennick,  1 743. 

8s  &  7s. 
469  C*  ENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

^-*     Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  Thou'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  Thy  bosom  rest, 
24  369 


469-47 J]        The  Christian  Life. 

Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1832. 


Psalm  CXXXVII.     S.  M. 
470  T7AR  from  my  heavenly  home, 
A      Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting,  I  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest !  " 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung  ; 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
Till  Thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  \ 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near  ; 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
O  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last ! 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


471 


CM. 
O ING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
*-*     Your  great  deliverer  sing, 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 
37o 


A  Pilgrimage.  [47 1,  472 

2  See  the  fair  way  His  hand  has  raised,  — 

How  holy,  and  how  plain  ! 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  traveller  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  No  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound  ; 
Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praise, 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

4  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

5  There,  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

6  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  His  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1 755. 


C.   M. 
472  T    ORD,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 
■*— '     And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear, 

Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 

Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

37i 


472,  473]         The  Christian  Life. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine, 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell, 
As  free  and  true  as  Thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  griefs  dark  day  come  on, 
We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry, 
Father  !  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

5  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

6  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
O  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  Heaven  ! 

J.  H.  Gurney,  183 


10s,  4s,  &  10s. 

473  T    EAD,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 
-1— '  Lead  Thou  me  on  j 

The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  j  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 
Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past  years  ! 
372 


A    Warfare.  [473,  474 

So  long  Thy  Power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile  ! 

John  Henry  Newman,  1 833. 


L.  M. 
474  OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
^     And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  j 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain  's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  What  though  thy  inward  lusts  rebel  ? 

'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins,  and  end  the  strife. 

4  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

5  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

373 


475>  476]        The  Christian  Life. 

s.  M. 
475  COLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
^     And  gird  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 

Through  His  eternal  Son  : 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  His  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God : 
That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  complete  at  last. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 

And  win  the  well-fought  day. 
Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  His  soldiers,  "Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 

And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

C.  Wesley,  1745. 


C.  M. 

476    A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

^*-     A  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 

374 


A   Warfare.  [476,  477 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  \ 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory,  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


7s. 
477  f^FT  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 

^-^  Onward,  Christian,  onward  go  ! 
Fight  the  fight,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christian,  onward  go  ! 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe : 
Will  you  flee  in  danger's  hour? 
Know  you  not  your  Captain's  power  ? 
375 


47 7>  478]       7/^  Christian  Life. 

3  Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad ; 
March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long  ; 
Victory  soon  shall  tune  your  song. 

4  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye  ; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry  : 
Let  not  woe  your  course  impede  ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

5  Onward,  then,  to  battle  move  ! 

More  than  conquerors  you  shall  prove ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go  ! 

H.  K.  White,  1804. 

S.  M. 
478  TV/T  Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

^  *-     Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 

Up  to  His  blest  abode. 

Heath. 
376 


The  Church  of  Christ.     [479,  480 

€|>e  CJjurcIj  of  €i)ti£t* 

8s  &  7s. 
479  /^LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 


Zion,  city  of  our  God 


He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode : 

On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage  ; 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering  ; 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

L.  M. 
480  C\  LORD,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 

v^  The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee  ! 
377 


480,  481]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies ; 
Their  only  strength  Thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  Thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  O  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode  ; 
O  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on  heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

Santolius  Victori?tus,  1660  ;  translated  by  John  Chandler,  1 83 7. 


Psalm  CXVIII.     S.  M. 
481  CEE  what  a  living  stone 

^     The  builders  did  refuse  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  His  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 
Reject  Thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

378 


The  Church  of  Christ.     [481,  482 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  Thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine ; 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made  : 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray; 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King, 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ! 
Bless  Him,  ye  saints !  He  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  Thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays, 
And  offer  on  Thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 719. 


Psalm  XLVIII.    S.  M. 
482  /^REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
^-*     And  let  His  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  : 
How  bright  has  His  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

3  When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 
379 


482,  483]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair ; 
We'll  call  to  mind  His  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


H.  M. 
483  (~\  ZION,  tune  thy  voice 

^-^     And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  j 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh  : 


Cheerful  in  God, 
Arise  and  shine 


While  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 


2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  ; 


The  nations  round 
Thy  form  shall  view, 


With  lustre  new 
Divinely  crowned. 


3  In  honor  to  His  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright  : 


Pursue  His  praise 
Till  sovereign  love, 

380 


In  worlds  above, 
The  glory  raise. 


The  Church  of  Christ.     [483-485 

4  There  on  His  holy  hill 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  His  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 


While  round  His  throne 
Ten  thousand  stars, 


In  nobler  spheres, 
His  influence  own. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


484 


C.  M. 
f~\  WHERE  are  kings  and  empires  now, 
^-^    Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 

Of  her  unending  song. 

For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening  her, 

And  tempests  are  abroad ; 

Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 

A  house  not  made  with  hands. 

A.  C.  Coxe,  1850. 


Psalm  CXXXVII.     S.  M. 
485  T    LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
■*■     The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 
381 


485,  486]      The  Church  of  Christ, 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  \ 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand,  from  every  snare  and  foe, 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Timothy  Dwight,  1 800. 


L.  M. 

486  T    O,  God  is  here  !  —  let  us  adore, 

-L^'     And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  His  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  !  —  Him  clay  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  : 
To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 
382 


The  Church  of  Christ.     [486-488 

3  Gladly  the  toys  of  earth  we  leave, 

Wealth,  pleasure,  fame,  for  Thee  alone : 
To  Thee  our  will,  soul,  flesh,  we  give, 
O  take,  O  seal  them  for  Thine  own ! 

4  Lord  God  of  hosts,  O  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen,  1730 ;  translated  by  John  Wesley. 


8s  &  7s. 
487  C  AVIOUR,  visit  Thy  plantation  ; 
^     Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  Thou  return  again. 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  Thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

2  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  Thy  servant 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power  ; 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  Thy  work  afresh. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

L.  M. 
488  C\  JESUS,  Lord  of  light  and  grace, 

^S  Thou  brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
383 


488,  489]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 

Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night ! 

2  Come,  Holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Come  in  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  So  we  the  Father's  help  will  claim, 
And  sing  the  Father's  glorious  Name, 
And  His  almighty  grace  implore 
That  we  may  stand,  to  fall  no  more. 

4  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness ; 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 

5  May  faith,  deep  rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control  ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

6  O  hallowed  thus  be  every  day  ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
Our  faith  like  noontide  splendor  glow, 
Our  souls  the  twilight  never  know  ! 

J.  Chandler  ;  translated  from  Ambrose,  340-397. 


L.  M.     6  lines. 
489  T7  NTHRONED  in  light,  eternal  God, 
-1— '  The  highest  heaven  is  Thy  abode  ; 
Yet  Thou  with  us  wilt  deign  to  dwell ; 
Thou  lov'st  the  gates  of  Zion  well : 
On  Salem's  peaceful  hill  we  raise 
A  sacred  temple  to  Thy  praise. 
384 


Dedication.  [489,  490 

2  Here  let  the  pilgrim  find  the  road 
That  leads  the  wandering  soul  to  God  ; 
Here  sorrow  lift  her  tearful  eye, 
Allured  to  brighter  scenes  on  high  ; 
The  weary  spirit  find  repose, 

And  at  the  cross  forget  her  woes. 

3  Our  God,  our  fathers'  God,  we  raise 
This  sacred  temple  to  Thy  praise  ; 
Here,  safe  beneath  Thy  sheltering  wing, 
Shall  contrite  souls  their  offerings  bring, 
Till  called  to  soar  and  join  the  song 
Which  swells  amid  the  heavenly  throng. 

T.  Haweis,  1792. 


Psalm  CXXXII.     C.  M. 
490    A  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise  ! 
-*■*■     And  enter  to  Thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit,  and  Thy  word  : 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 
25  385 


490»  49 x]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 
And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 

S.  M. 
491  T  T  OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
*-  ■*■      Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound  ! 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 
386 


The  Ministry.  [492,  493 

s.  M. 

492  "V/'E  servants  of  the  Lord, 

■*■       Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 

3  Watch  •  'tis  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And,  while  we  speak,  He's  near  ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

5  Christ  shall  the  banquet  spread 

With  His  own  royal  hand  ; 
And  raise  that  favorite  servant's  head 
Amid  the  angelic  band. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 

C.  M. 

493  T    ET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
-*— '     And  take  the  alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 

Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 
The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 
387 


493'  494]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

3  They  watch  for  souls  for  whom  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego, 
For  souls  that  must  forever  live 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

The  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  Thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer,  see  ; 
And  watch  Thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  Thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


L.  M. 
494  TJ*ROM  distant  corners  of  our  land, 

■"■      Behold  us,  Lord,  before  Thee  stand, 
Once  more  prepared  to  Thee  to  raise 
Our  humble  prayer,  our  grateful  praise. 

2  Blest  be  the  hand  whose  guardian  power 
Has  kept  us  to  this  present  hour ; 
Blest  be  the  grace  that  bids  us  meet 
Thus  round  the  throne  in  union  sweet. 

3  We  meet  to  seek,  in  faith  and  zeal, 
The  brethren's  good,  the  Church's  weal ; 
O,  whilst  for  Zion's  cause  we  stand, 
May  Zion's  King  be  near  at  hand  ! 

4  We  meet,  O  God,  that  through  our  land 
The  churches  planted  by  Thy  hand, 
From  error,  weakness,  discord,  free, 
May  bloom  like  gardens,  blest  by  Thee. 

388 


Holy  Matrimony.         [494>  495 

Smile  on  us,  Lord,  and  through  this  place 
Diffuse  the  glory  of  Thy  face ; 
Here  to  our  gathered  tribes  be  given 
A  brightening  antepast  of  heaven. 

William  Lindsay  Alexander,  1845. 


S.  M. 
495  XJ  O W  welcome  was  the  call, 
And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 
When  Jesus  deigned  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage  day. 

2  And  happy  was  the  Bride, 

And  glad  the  Bridegroom's  heart, 
For  He  who  tarried  at  their  side 
Bade  grief  and  ill  depart. 

3  His  gracious  power  divine 

The  water  vessels  knew  ; 
And  plenteous  was  the  mystic  wine 
The  wondering  servants  drew. 

4  O  Lord  of  life  and  love, 

Come  Thou  again  to-day  ; 
And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 

5  O  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 

The  Bridegroom  and  the  Bride  ; 
Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 
Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

6  Before  Thine  altar-throne 

This  mercy  we  implore  ; 
As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore.     Amen. 

Sir  H.  W.  Baker,  1861. 
389 


496,  497]        The  Church  of  Christ. 

L.  M. 
496     A     LITTLE  child  the  Saviour  came, 

***■  The  mighty  God  was  still  His  name, 
And  angels  worshipped,  as  He  lay, 
The  seeming  infant  of  a  day. 

2  He  who,  a  little  child,  began 
The  life  divine  to  show  to  man, 
Proclaims  from  heaven  the  message  free, 
"  Let  little  children  come  to  Me." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  and  with  the  sign 
Of  sprinkled  water,  name  them  Thine : 
Their  souls  with  saving  grace  endow, 
Baptize  them  with  Thy  Spirit  now. 

4  O  give  Thine  angels  charge,  good  Lord  ! 
Them  safely  in  Thy  way  to  guard  \ 
Thy  blessing  on  their  lives  command, 
And  write  their  names  upon  Thy  hand. 

Scottish  Hymnal,  1 868. 


ios,  6s,  8s,  &  4s. 
497  T^ATHER  of  heaven,  who  hast  created  all, 
■*-      And  rulest  all,  we  pray, 
Look  on  this  babe,  who  at  Thy  gracious  call 

Now  enters  on  life's  way : 
O  make  it  Thine  ;  Thy  blessing  give, 
That  to  Thy  glory  it  may  live, 
Father  of  heaven. 

2  O  Son  of  God,  atoning  Lord,  behold, 
We  bring  our  babe  to  Thee  : 
Take  it,  O  loving  Shepherd,  to  Thy  fold, 
Forever  Thine  to  be  ; 
39° 


Baptism.  [497>  49& 

Defend  it  through  this  earthly  strife, 
And  lead  it  on  the  path  of  life, 
O  Son  of  God. 

O  Holy  Ghost,  who  broodest  o'er  the  wave, 

Descend  upon  this  child ; 
Give  it  undying  life,  its  spirit  lave 

With  waters  undefiled ; 
And  make  it  evermore  to  be 
An  heir  of  bliss,  a  shrine  for  Thee, 

O  Holy  Ghost. 

O  Triune  God,  what  Thou  hast  willed  is  done ; 

We  speak,  but  Thine  the  might : 
This  babe  hath  hardly  seen  our  earthly  sun, 

Yet  on  it  pour  Thy  light 
Of  faith  and  hope  and  joyful  love, 
Thou  Sun  of  all  below,  above, 

O  Triune  God. 
Translated  from  the  German  of  Albert  Knapp,  1850. 


C.  M. 


498 


T  T  OW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
■*■  -*•   To  Abraham  and  his  seed  : 
"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

The  words  of  His  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure : 
The  Angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 

And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 

Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms 

To  our  great  father  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  in  His  arms, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
39i 


498-500]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

4  Our  God  !  how  faithful  are  His  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  His  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


7s. 
499  TTEAVENLY  Father  !  may  Thy  love 
•*"  ■*■    Beam  upon  us  from  above  ; 
Let  this  infant  find  a  place 
In  Thy  covenant  of  grace. 

2  Son  of  God  !  be  with  us  here  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  prayer  \ 
Let  Thy  blood  on  Calvary  spilt, 
Cleanse  this  child  from  nature's  guilt. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  to  Thee  we  cry : 
Thou  this  infant  sanctify  ; 
Thine  almighty  power  display ; 
Seal  \*b™\  to  redemption's  day. 

4  Great  Jehovah  !  —  Father,  Son, 
Holy  Spirit  —  Three  in  One, 

Let  the  blessing  come  from  Thee ; 
Thine  shall  all  the  glory  be  ! 

Benjamin  Guest,  1843- 


500 


CM. 
CEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
*—*     With  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms ! 
392 


Baptism.  [500-502 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  Invited  by  the  voice  divine, 

We  bring  them  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 

8s  &  7s. 
501  C  AVIOUR,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 
^     With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 
While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm  ! 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

William  A.  Muhlenberg,  1826. 

C.   M. 
502  DY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
*-*     How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
393 


502,  503]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine  ; 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Bishop  Heber,  1827. 


503 


L.   M. 
'HP  WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

*       When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes  : 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake  : 
394 


The'  Lord's  Supper.       [503,  504 

What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake  ! 

3  "  This  is  My  body,  broke  for  sin ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food :  " 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blest  the  wine ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  My  blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  He  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end, 

In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend ; 
Meet  at  My  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord," 

5  Jesus,  Thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name 
Till  Thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


C.  M. 

504  JN  memory  of  the  Saviour's  love 
■*■       We  keep  the  sacred  feast, 
Where  every  humble  contrite  heart, 
Is  made  a  welcome  guest. 

2  By  faith  we  take  the  Bread  of  Life, 

With  which  our  souls  are  fed ; 
The  Cup,  in  token  of  His  Blood, 
That  was  for  sinners  shed. 

3  Under  His  banner  thus  we  sing, 

The  wonders  of  His  love ; 
And  thus  anticipate  by  faith, 
The  heavenly  feast  above. 
Thomas  Cotter  ill,  1819;  altered  by  Richard  Whittingham,  1 85  5. 
395 


505 


505,  5°6]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

L.  M. 
"D  ODY  of  Jesus,  O  sweet  food  ! 
-*-^   Blood  of  my  Saviour,  precious  blood  ! 
On  these  Thy  gifts,  Eternal  Priest, 
Grant  Thou  my  soul  in  faith  to  feast. 

2  Weary  and  faint,  I  thirst  and  pine, 
For  Thee  my  Bread,  for  Thee  my  Wine, 
Till  strengthened,  as  Elijah  trod, 

1  journey  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Then  clad  in  white,  with  crown  and  palm, 
At  the  great  Supper  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Be  mine  with  all  Thy  Saints  to  rest, 
Like  him  that  leaned  upon  Thy  breast. 

4  Saviour,  till  then  I  fain  would  know 
That  feast  above,  by  this  below, 
This  Bread  of  Life,  this  wondrous  food, 
Thy  Body  and  Thy  precious  Blood. 

A.  C.  Coxe,  1858. 

CM. 
506    A  CCORDING  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
^*>     In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 

Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 
Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  Thee  ? 
396 


The  Lord's  Supper.        [506,  507 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  Thee  : 

5  Remember  Thee,  and  all  Thy  pains 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains 
Will  I  remember  Thee. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


CM. 
507   T  T  OW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
-*-  •*-     With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries,  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?  " 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?  " 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  drew  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 
397 


507-5°9]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ! 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  Thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


9s  &  8s. 
508  T\  READ  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken, 
-*-^     Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed, 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Bishop  Heber,  1820. 


C.  M. 
509  T  F  human  kindness  meets  return, 
-*-     And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn. 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  : 

2  O,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ? 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  He  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed 
"  Meet  and  remember  Me  !  " 
398 


The  Lord's  Supper.       [509,  510 

4  Remember  Thee  !    Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory !  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 

Gerard  T.  Noel,  1813. 


510 


C.  M. 


CEE  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 
^   He  calls,  He  bids  you  come : 


Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  He  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  His  feet. 

3  In  Him  the  Father  reconciled, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come  ; 

The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcomed  home. 

4  O  come,  and  with  His  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  His  love, 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  the  Eternal  Throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
399 


51 1,  512]      The  Church  of  Christ, 

L.  M. 
511    T  ESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

J    Where  our  weak  senses  reach  Him  not, 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  His  glorious  face, 
And  to  refresh  our  minds,  He  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  His  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem, 
Christ  and  His  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  Him. 

4  While  He  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  His  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1727. 

H.  M. 
512  /^OME,  every  pious  heart 

^"     That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  power  exert 
To  celebrate  His  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  The  debt  of  love 

And  all  below,  To  Him  you  owe. 

2  Such  was  His  zeal  for  God, 
And  such  His  love  for  you, 
He  nobly  undertook 

What  Gabriel  could  not  do  : 


His  every  deed 
Of  love  and  grace 


All  words  exceed, 
And  thoughts  surpass. 


400 


The  Lord's  Supper.       [512,  513 


3  He  left  His  starry  crown, 
And  laid  His  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 


What  He  endured 
O  who  can  tell, 


To  save  our  souls 
From  death  and  hell. 


4  From  the  dark  grave  He  rose, 
The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  : 


Up  through  the  sky 
The  Conqueror  rode, 


And  reigns  on  high, 
The  Saviour,  God. 


5  From  thence  He'll  quickly  come, 
His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day  : 


There  shall  we  see 
His  lovely  face, 


And  ever  be 
In  His  embrace. 


6  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  Thy  love  ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve : 


Our  hearts,  our  all 
To  Thee  we  give  ; 


The  gift,  though  small, 
Do  Thou  receive ! 

Samuel  Stennett,  1770. 


7s  &  6s. 
513  r\  BREAD  to  pilgrims  given, 
^S     O  food  that  angels  eat, 
O  manna  sent  from  heaven, 
For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
26  401 


5J3»  5H]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled  ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  every  wish  is  stilled  ! 

2  O  water,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art ! 
O  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore  : 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take  —  and  doubt  no  more  ! 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee  ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see  ! 
Thomas  Aquinas^  1260  ;  translated  by  Ray  Palmer. 


7s. 
514  "D  READ  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed, 
*-*   For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 
Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  Thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 
402 


515 


The  Lord's  Supper.        [514-516 

Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  O  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  in  Thee  ! 

Josiah  Conder,  1824. 

C.  M. 
HP  HE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
■*■      Shall  stand  forever  good  ;  " 
He  said,  and  gave  His  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  Thy  word 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  the  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  Thy  light,  and  strength,  and  pardoning  grace, 

And  glory  shall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  Thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  His  name, 

Who  blessed  us  in  His  will ; 
And  to  His  testament  of  love 
Made  His  own  life  the  seal. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

CM. 
516  T    ORD  Jesus,  are  we  One  with  Thee  ? 
■*— '     O  height !  O  depth  of  love  ! 
403 


5 1 6,  517]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

With  Thee  we  died  upon  the  tree, 
In  Thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  Thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Thou  didst  of  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  sorrows  One. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Confessed  and  borne  by  Thee  ; 
The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  Thine, 
To  set  Thy  members  free. 

4  Ascended  now,  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  Thou  art ; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height, 
Thy  saints  and  Thee  can  part. 

5  O  teach  us  Lord,  to  know  and  own 

This  wondrous  mystery, 
That  Thou  with  us  art  truly  One, 
And  we  are  One  with  Thee  ! 

6  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 

When,  seated  on  Thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display, 
That  Thou  with  us  art  One. 

James  George  Deck,  1837. 


7s. 
517    A  T  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
*^-  Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  His  pierce'd  side  ; 
404 


The  Lord's  Supper.       [517,  518 

Praise  we  Him,  whose  love  divine 
Gives  His  sacred  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  His  body  for  the  feast, 
Christ  the  Victim,  Christ  the  Priest. 

Where  the  Paschal  Blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword  ; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 
Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  Paschal  Bread  ; 
With  sincerity  and  love 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 
Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light. 
Now  no  more  can  death  appall, 
Now  no  more  the  grave  enthrall ; 
Thou  hast  opened  paradise, 
And  in  Thee  Thy  saints  shall  rise. 

Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise  ; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be.     Amen. 

Translated  from  the  Latin  by  R.  Campbell,  1 850. 


L.  M. 
518  HPHOU,  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
■*-     All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  do  Thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 
405 


5 1 8,  519]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  Thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  Thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  Thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  Thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  Thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  Thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 

5  His  dearest  flesh  He  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  His  richest  blood ; 
Here,  to  these  hills,  my  soul  would  come, 
Till  my  Beloved  lead  me  home. 

Isaac  Wafts,  1709. 


7s  &  6s. 


519 


AMB  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 
-■— '     We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  Thee, 

Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

By  Thine  agonizing  pain 
And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray ; 

By  Thy  dying  love  to  man, 
Take  all  our  sins  away  : 
406 


Missions.  [519,  520 

Burst  our  bonds,  and  set  us  free, 
From  our  crime  and  guilt  release  ; 

O  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace  ! 

Through  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

Let  sinners  pardon  feel : 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

C.  Wesley,  1745. 


7s  &  6s. 
520  "C*ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
■*■      From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 
407 


520,  52i]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  we  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bishop  Heber,  1819. 


7s. 

521  "LJ  ARK  !  the  distant  isles  proclaim 
■*■  ■*-   Glory  to  Messiah's  name ; 
Hymns  of  praise  unheard  before, 
Echo  from  the  farthest  shore. 

2  Hearts  that  once  were  taught  to  own 
Idol  gods  of  wood  and  stone, 

Now  to  light  and  life  restored, 
Honor  Jesus  as  their  Lord. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  still  proceed  ; 
Bid  the  glorious  conquest  speed ; 
Let  this  first  refreshing  ray 
Brighten  to  a  perfect  day. 

408 


Missions.  [[521—523 

4  At  Thy  gospel's  solemn  call. 
Bid  the  towers  of  Satan  fall ; 
And  his  wretched  slaves  obtain 
Freedom  from  their  galling  chain. 

5  Let  the  messengers  of  peace 
Raise  their  voice  and  never  cease, 
Till  the  world  from  sin  made  free, 
Shall  unite  to  worship  Thee. 

William  "Hiley  Bathurst,  183 1. 

L.  M. 
522  \/E  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
A     Salvation  in  ImmanuePs  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

Anon. 


523 


L.  M. 
COVEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  Thy  power, 
^   Be  this  Thy  Sion's  favored  hour  • 
Bid  the  bright  morning-star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

Set  up  Thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  western  wilds,  and  heathen  plains  ; 
409 


523,  524]       The  Church  of  Christ. 

Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known, 
And  be  the  universe  Thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice, 
Speak,  and  the  nations  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  moral  night 
With  the  blest  beams  of  heavenly  light. 

Anofi. ;  Baptist  Magazine,  1 8 16. 


7s  double. 
524  ^TATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
*  *     What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ! 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveller,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night  j 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ! 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends  ! 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn ! 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ! 
410 


Missions.  [524-526 

Traveller,  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

Sir  John  Bowring,  1823. 

L.  M. 
525    A  RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake, 

^*"  Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  :  " 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt, 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land  declare  Thy  name, 
Let  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all. 

William  Skrubsole,  Jr.,  1 776. 


7s  &  6s. 
526  *T*HE  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 
*-    The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 
Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 
411 


526,  527]       The  Church  of  Christ. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry,  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answer  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 

S.  F.  Smith,  1843. 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
527  C^EE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
**■*   Streams  of  living  water  flow ; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  world  below  ! 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 
412 


Missions,  [527—529 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way  ; 
Life  and  health  and  joy  bestowing, 
Waking  beauty  from  decay  : 

O  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  : 

Lo,  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1820. 

L.  M. 
528  C\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 

^-^     In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light, 

Confusion,  order,  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

3  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 

James  Montgomery,  1 825. 

6s  &  4s. 
529  HPHOU,  whose  almighty  Word 
-*■     Chaos  and  darkness  heard  ; 
And  took  their  flight, 
413 


529>  53o]      The  Church  of  Christ 

Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  Gospel-day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

Let  there  be  light ! 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Grace,  Love,  and  Might : 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

Let  there  be  light !     Amen. 

John  Marriott,  1813. 


8s,  7s,  &  4s. 


530 


/^\'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
^S     Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 


414 


Missions.  [530,  531 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day  : 

Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day  ! 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominion 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 

William  Williams,  1 747. 


C.    M. 
531  T^JAUGHTER  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 
U     Exalt  thy  fallen  head  • 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust : 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake  !  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
Thy  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge," 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  ! 
4i5 


53 1 »  532]      The  Church  of  Christ. 

4  They  come,  they  come  !  thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  His  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

James  Montgomery,  1 825. 


Psalm  LXVII.    7s. 
532  /^OD  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 

^-*  Show  the  brightness  of  Thy  face  ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour,  shine, 
Fill  Thy  Church  with  light  divine ; 
And  Thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord ; 
Let  Thy  love  on  all  be  poured  ; 
Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King  ; 

At  Thy  feet  their  tribute  pay, 
And  Thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  Thee,  Lord  ; 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford, 
God  to  man  His  blessing  give, 
Man  to  God  devoted  live  ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 
One  in  joy  and  light  and  love. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 
416 


Missions.  [533,  534 

P.  M. 
Chorus — Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  king. 
533  V  ION,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 

*-^     The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His  birth ; 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  upon  earth. 
Chorus  —  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

2  Tell  how  He  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salvation, 

How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crowned. 
Chorus  —  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise  ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 

One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the 
skies. 
Chorus  —  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 


C.  M. 

534  "D  EHOLD,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

*-*  In  latter  days  shall  rise 

On  mountain  tops  above  the  hills, 

And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  The  beam  that  shines  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

3  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore, 
27  417 


534)  535]     The  Church  of  Christ. 

They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years, 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  Come  then,  O  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  His  shrine, 
And  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Michael  Bruce,  1765. 


535 


7s. 
IT  ARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 
■*■  ■*■    Loud  as  mighty  thunders'  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ; 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign, 
Hallelujah!  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Halleluj  ah  !  —  hark !  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  j 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  His  sword,  He  speaks  —  'tis  done ! 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ; 
418 


Missions,  [535,  536 

Then  the  end  :  beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

James  Montgomery,  1 825. 


Psalm  LXXII.     7s  &  6s. 

536  TLT  AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
■*■  ■*■  Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth : 
Kings  shall  bow  down  before  Him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring  ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  Him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing  ; 
419 


536>  537]  Occasional. 

4  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  Name  shall  stand  forever, 
That  Name  to  us  is  Love. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 


<©cca£ional 

6s  &  4s. 
537  ]\/TY  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
iV1    Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring ! 

2  My  native  country  !  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song ! 
420 


Our  Country,  [537>  538 

Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 
The  sound  prolong ! 

Our  fathers'  God  !  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 

S.  F.  Smith,  1843. 


L.  M. 
538  C\  GOD,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand 
^-^   Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea  ; 
And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 

With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshipped  Thee. 

2  Thou  heardst,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the  prayer 

Thy  blessing  came  ;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves  ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

4  And  here  Thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 

And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

Leonard  Bacon,  1 850. 
421 


539'  54°]  Occasional. 

8,  8s,  &  6s. 
539  \\  7"  HEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western  land, 
*  v     Led  by  Thy  providential  hand, 
Our  wandering  fathers  came, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in  youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  Thy  truth, 
To  keep  them  in  Thy  name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallowed  by  Thy  rites,  by  prayer, 

And  blossomed  as  the  rose. 

3  And  O,  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet 

Within  our  spreading  land  ! 
There,  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam  j 

Still  guided  by  Thy  hand. 

4  Saviour  !  we  own  this  debt  of  love, 
O  shed  Thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
Till  heralds  shall  Thy  truth  proclaim 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  Thy  name 

Through  all  our  desert  West. 

Anon. 

6s  &  4s. 
540  f*  OD  bless  our  native  land  ! 
^-*   Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
422 


541 


Time  of  War.  [540,  541 

Do  Thou  our  country  save 
By  Thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  Him  we  wait : 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  ! 

John  S.  Dwight)  1844. 

CM. 
T    OK.D,  Thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land, 
-*— '  Behold  Thy  people  mourn  ; 


Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  Thy  hand  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  Thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  spreads  the  sky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  the  stroke, 

And  dreads  Thy  lifted  hand  ; 
O  heal  the  people  Thou  hast  broke, 
And  save  the  sinking  land. 

4  Exalt  Thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  Thy  name  ; 
From  barbarous  hosts  our  nation  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God ; 
In  vain  shall  numerous  powers  unite 
Against  Thy  lifted  rod. 
423 


541)  54 2]  Occasional. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  stand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


Psalm  CXLVII.    C.  M. 
542  ~\  \  7TTH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
*  *     Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  He  spreads  His  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  His  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  His  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  His  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  His  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

424  Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


Seasons.  [543,  544 

-  L.  M. 
543   TV  /[  Y  Helper,  God  !  I  bless  His  name, 

*-**■   The  same  His  power,  His  grace  the  same ) 
The  tokens  of  His  friendly  care 
Open  and  crown  and  close  the  year. 

2  I  'midst  ten  thousand  dangers  stand, 
Supported  by  His  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  His  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  His  arm  has  led  me  on  ; 
Thus  far  I  make  His  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  My  grateful  soul  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  His  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1745. 

L.  M. 
544  C*  REAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
^-*  By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows  ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 
425 


544~54-6]  Occasional. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 

Thou  art  our  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Philip  Doddridge y  1 745. 


S.  M. 

Saturday  Evening. 

545  '  I  "HE  hours  of  evening  close : 

■*■    The  lengthened  shadows,  drawn 
O'er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose, 
And  wait  the  Sabbath-dawn. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O'er  forms  of  outward  care  : 
Nor  thought  for  many  things  assail 
The  still  retreat  of  prayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near 

His  watchful  eye  will  keep  ; 
And,  safe  from  violence  or  fear, 
Will  fold  His  flock  to  sleep. 

4  So  may  a  holier  light 

Than  earth's,  our  spirits  rouse, 
And  call  us,  strengthened  by  His  might 
To  pay  the  Lord  our  vows. 

yoan  E.  Conder,  1 83  3. 


7s. 
546  (^OME,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 

^     Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home  ! 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter-storms  begin  ; 
426 


Thanksgiving.  [54-6,  547 

God,  our  Maker,  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied ; 
Come  to  God's  own  Temple,  come ; 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home  ! 

2  What  is  earth  but  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield  ? 
Wheat  and  tares  therein  are  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
Ripening  with  a  wondrous  power, 
Till  the  final  Harvest-hour  : 
Grant,  O  Lord  of  Life,  that  we 
Holy  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  For  we  know  that  Thou  wilt  come, 
And  wilt  take  Thy  people  home  ; 
From  Thy  field  wilt  purge  away 
All  that  doth  offend,  that  day  ; 
And  Thine  Angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast, 

But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  Thy  garner  evermore. 

4  Come  then,  Lord  of  mercy,  come, 
Bid  us  sing  Thy  Harvest-home  ! 
Let  Thy  Saints  be  gathered  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  j 
All  upon  the  golden  floor 
Praising  Thee  for  evermore  ; 
Come,  with  thousand  Angels,  come ; 
Bid  us  sing  Thy  Harvest-home  ! 

Henry  Alford,  1844. 

Psalm  LXV.    C.  M. 
547  ,r"PIS  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  power ! 
427 


547>  54-8]  Occasional. 

The  sea  grows  calm  at  Thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  lower. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad  ; 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons,  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  Thine ; 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  fountains  of  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  j 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


548 


L.  M. 
"C*  TERNAL  source  of  every  joy, 
-*— '   Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

The  flowery  spring  at  Thy  command 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 
428 


Thanksgiving.  [548,  549 

Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores, 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 
No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

Seasons  and  months  and  weeks  and  days 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 
With  opening  light  and  evening  shade  ! 

O,  may  our  more  harmonious  tongues 
In  worlds  unknown  pursue  the  songs  ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more  ! 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


549 


7s. 
T)  RAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
*■     For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 

For  the  generous  olive's  use  : 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews ; 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  : 

4  All  that  Spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  : 
429 


549>  55°]  Occasional. 

5  These  to  Thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Yet,  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear ; 
Should  the  fig-tree's  blasted  shoot 
Drop  her  green,  untimely  fruit ; 

7  Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her  store ; 
Though  the  sickening  flocks  should  fall, 
And  the  herds  desert  the  stall ; 

8  Should  Thine  altered  hand  restrain 
The  early  and  the  latter  rain ; 
Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy ; 

9  Yet  to  Thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise  ; 
And,  when  every  blessing  's  flown, 
Love  Thee  for  Thyself  alone  ! 

Mrs.  Barbauld,  1825. 


CM. 
550   C  HEPHERD  Divine,  our  wants  relieve, 
^     In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  Thy  tempted  followers  give 
The  power  to  trust  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  Thee  be  cast, 
In  never-ceasing  prayer. 
430 


Fasting  and  Pestilence.      [550,  551 

3  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  praying  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  Thy  Face, 
And  know  Thy  hidden  Name. 

4  Till  Thou  the  Father's  love  impart, 

Till  Thou  Thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart  — 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go : 

5  I  will  not  let  Thee  go,  unless 

Thou  tell  Thy  Name  to  me  : 
With  all  Thy  great  salvation  bless, 
And  say,  —  I  died  for  thee. 

6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top, 

Behold  Thine  open  face, 
Till  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up, 

And  prayer  in  endless  praise.     Amen. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 


P.  M. 
551  T  ESUS,  let  Thy  pitying  eye 

J     Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  : 
Prone,  like  Peter,  to  deny, 

Like  Peter,  I  would  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored  ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  Thy  dying  love, 
The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
43i 


55  *>  552]  Occasional. 


Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 
A  portion  of  Thy  grief  unknown ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

For  Thine  own  compassion's  sake 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  Thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow  : 
Let  Thy  pity  help  afford, 

And  while  I  do  myself  bemoan, 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

C.  Wesley,  1741 


7s. 
552  ,rFTS  a  point  I  long  to  know,  — 

■*■       Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  His,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  His  name. 

3  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

4  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mixed  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 
432 


Fasting  and  Pestilence.     [552,  553 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

6  Could  I  joy  His  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ; 

Thou,  who  art  Thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  Thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

8  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

John  Newton,  1770. 


C.  M. 
553  "D  ENEATH  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 
*-*     Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead, 
Above  us  is  the  heaven  ! 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 
Each  season  hath  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  every  hour ! 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay ; 
And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 
28  433 


553>  554]  Occasional. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  towards  the  tomb ; 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Then,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  danger  know  : 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead ! 

6  Turn,  mortal,  turn  !  thy  soul  apply 

To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  dead,  who  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven  ! 

Bishop  Heber,  1812. 


C.  M. 

554  T  N  grief  and  fear,  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
■*■      For  succor  now  we  fly  j 
Thine  awful  judgments  are  abroad, 

O  shield  us  lest  we  die. 
The  fell  disease  on  every  side 

Walks  forth  with  tainted  breath  ; 
And  pestilence,  with  rapid  stride, 

Bestrews  the  land  with  death. 

2  O  look  with  pity  on  the  scene 
Of  sadness  and  of  dread, 
And  let  Thine  angel  stand  between 

The  living  and  the  dead. 
With  contrite  hearts  to  Thee,  our  King, 

We  turn,  who  oft  have  strayed ; 
Accept  the  sacrifice  we  bring, 
And  let  the  plague  be  stayed. 

William  Bullock,  1854. 
434 


The  Sea.  [555 

L.  M.     6  lines. 
The  Sea. 

555    f7  TERNAL  Father  !  strong  to  save, 

•*— '  Whose  arm  hath  bound  the  restless  wave, 
Who  bid'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep  ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea ! 

2  O  Christ !  whose  voice  the  waters  heard, 
And  hushed  their  raging  at  Thy  word, 
Who  walkedst  on  the  foaming  deep, 
And  calm  amidst  its  rage  didst  sleep  ; 

O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea  ! 

3  Most  Holy  Spirit !  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
And  bid  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  give,  for  wild  confusion,  peace  ; 
O  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea  ! 

4  O  Trinity  of  love  and  power  ! 

Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour  ; 
From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe, 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go. 
Thus  evermore  shall  rise  to  Thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and  sea. 

W.  Whiting,  1862. 


435 


556>  557]  Human  Life. 

ijjuman  Hifo 

Psalm  XC.    L.  M. 

556  '^THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 
-*-    Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  j 
High  was  Thy  throne,  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  Thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  Thou  reigned,  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  \ 

And  long  Thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, — 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life  's  a  dream  j 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span ; 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  Thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  17 19. 


S.  M.  . 
557    TT OW  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
■*-  ■*■     That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ; 

The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity ! 
436 


Human  Life.  [557,  558 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs  have  passed  away, 
Their  wealth  and  honor  gone. 

3  There,  where  the  fathers  lie 

Must  all  their  children  dwell ; 
Nor  other  heritage  possess 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

4  God  of  our  fathers,  hear 

Thou  everlasting  friend ; 
While  we  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  Thee  commend. 

5  Of  all  the  pious  dead, 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till,  with  them  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  Thy  face. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


7s. 
558  \A7-HILE  wrtn  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
*  *     Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
437 


558>  559]  Human  Life. 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ! 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old  \ 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above  ! 

John  Newton,  1779. 


S.  M. 
559  HTO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  Thine  ! 
■*■     Lodged  in  Thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  Thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
O  make  Thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken  by  Thine  Almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  : 

O  be  it  still  pursued  ; 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 
438 


Human  Life.  [559—561 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1755. 


Psalm  XXXIX.    C.  M. 
560  HPEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
"*■     Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  All. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 709. 


C.    M. 
561  T^HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
*■     And  humbly  own  to  Thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
439 


561,  5^2]  Human  Life. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

5  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


S.  M. 
562  C\  FOR  the  death  of  those 
•  V_7  ^ho  siumber  in  the  Lord  ! 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 
And  reign  with  Him  above. 
440 


Last  Hours.  [562,  563 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

5  O  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 

O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 

L.  M. 
563  TLJ  OW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
■*■  ■*•   When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  : 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 

Mrs.  Barbauld,  1825. 
441 


564,  5^5]  Human  Life, 


L.  M. 
564    A  SLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 

^*-  From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ! 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet : 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting  ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Margaret  Mackay,  1832. 

C.  M. 
565   TXTHEN  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 
*  *     My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God,  at  Thy  command  ; 
442 


Last  Hours.  [565-567 

2  O  Thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

3  Lay  Thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head, 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

W.  Bengo  Collyer,  1812. 

L.  M. 
566  "YX  THY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed ! 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

S.    M. 
567  TT  is  not  death  to  die  : 

*~    To  leave  this  weary  road, 
443 


567,  568]  Human  Life* 


And  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  life  ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

George  W.  Bethune,  1848. 


7s,  6s,  7s,  7s,  &  6s. 
568  "\T  O,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
*■  ^     To  go  unto  our  God, 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 
Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
Heaven's  citizen  to  be  ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free. 
444 


Last  Hours.  [568,  569 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word, 
"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
For  evermore  possessing 

The  favor  of  Thy  Lord." 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know ; 
His  sheep  He  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  He  feedeth, 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 

5  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown  ; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling 

Of  Him  whose  sway  we  own. 

6  O  no,  this  is  not  dying, 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing ; 

Here,  drops  alone  we  find. 

Translated  by  R.  P.  Dunn,  1852. 


us. 

"  I  would  not  live  alway."  —  Job  7 :  16. 

569  T  WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 

-*■  Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sin  — 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 
445 


5^9)  57°]  Htiman  Life. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway :  no,  welcome  the  tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er   the   bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ; 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 

W.  A.  Mithlenburg,  1823. 

I.  M. 
570  C\  NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
^-^     Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er ; 
I  am  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross, 
Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 

4  But  lying  darkly  between, 

"Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Is  the  silent  unknown  stream, 
That  leads  at  last  to  the  light. 
446 


Last  Hours.  [57o>  57 1 

O,  if  my  mortal  feet 

Have  almost  gained  the  brink  ; 
If  it  be  I  am  nearer  home 

Even  to-day  than  I  think : 

Father,  perfect  my  trust ; 

Let  my  spirit  feel  in  death 
That  her  feet  are  firmly  set 

On  the  rock  of  a  living  faith. 

Phoebe  Cary,  1854. 


L.  M. 
571  HTHE  hour  of  my  departure  's  come ; 

•*•    I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
At  last,  O  Lord,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  • 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record  's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust  ; 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  Thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  give  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  Thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

447 


57I-573]  Human  Life. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come  j 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  j 
Now,  O  my  God  !  let  trouble  cease  ! 
Now  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

Michael  Bruce,  1766. 


8s  &  7s. 
572  TJT  APPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
*~  *      All  thy  mourning  days  below  j 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go  ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  His  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  His  uttermost  salvation, 
To  His  everlasting  rest. 

4  For  the  joy  He  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die  to  live  the  life  of  glory ; 
Suffer  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 

7s. 

573  nPHOU,  whose  never-failing  arm, 
-*-     Led  me  all  my  earthly  way, 
Brought  me  out  of  every  harm 
Safely  to  my  closing  day  : 
Thou  in  whom  I  now  believe, 
Jesus,  Lord,  my  soul  receive. 
448 


Death.  [573,  574 

2  From  this  state  of  sin  and  pain, 

From  this  world  of  grief  and  strife, 
From  this  body's  mortal  chain, 
From  this  weak,  imperfect  life  : 
Thou  in  whom  I  now  believe, 
Jesus,  Lord,  my  soul  receive. 

3  To  the  mansions  of  Thy  love, 

To  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
To  the  angel  hosts  above, 
To  Thyself,  my  only  trust : 
Thou  in  whom  I  now  believe, 
Jesus,  Lord,  my  soul  receive. 

H.  F.  Lyte,  1834. 


574 


L.  M. 
T  TNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
^       Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
Awhile  to  slumber  in  the  dust. 

Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invades  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 

Can  reach  the  forms  that  slumber  here  ; 
And  angels  watch  their  soft  repose. 

So  Jesus  slept :  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  dear  saint,  till  from  His  throne 

The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  1 
Attend,  O  earth,  His  sovereign  word ; 

Restore  thy  trust,  a  glorious  form : 
He  must  ascend  to  meet  his  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts ,  1709. 

29  449 


575»  57^]  Human  Life. 

c.  M. 
575  A  \  THY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
*  *        Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
There  hopes  unfading  bloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  He  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

7s. 
576  /^HRIST  will  gather  in  His  own 
^-'  To  the  place  where  He  is  gone, 
Where  their  heart  and  treasures  lie, 
Where  our  life  is  hid  on  high. 

2  Day  by  day  the  Voice  saith  "  Come, 
Enter  this  eternal  home  ;  " 
Asking  not  if  we  can  spare 
This  dear  soul  its  summons  there. 
45o 


Death.  [576,  577 

3  Had  He  asked  us,  well  we  know 

We  should  cry,  "  O  spare  this  blow  !  " 
Yes,  with  streaming  tears  should  pray, 
"  Lord,  we  love  him,  let  him  stay." 

4  But  the  Lord  doth  naught  amiss, 
And,  since  He  hath  ordered  this, 
We  have  naught  to  do  but  still 
Rest  in  silence  on  His  will. 

5  Many  a  heart  no  longer  here, 
Ah  !  was  all  too  inly  dear : 
Yet,  O  Love,  'tis  Thou  dost  call, 
Thou  will  be  our  All  in  all. 

Anon. 

8s  &  7s. 
577  /^EASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
^-"     O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain  and  death  and  night  and  anguish 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  His  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

W.  Bengo  Colly er,  1812. 
451 


57^]  Human  Life. 


I2S. 


578  T^HOU  art  gone  to  the  grave:  but  we  will  not 
■*■  deplore  thee, 

Though    sorrows   and    darkness   encompass   the 
tomb  ; 
The  Saviour  hath  passed  through  its  portal  before 
thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide  through  the 
gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  :   we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 
And  sinners  may.  die,  for  the  Sinless  has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  :  and,  its  mansion  forsak- 

ing, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered  long ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on  thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  :  but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee, 
Whose   God  was   thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and 

guide  y 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will  restore 

thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died. 

Bishop  Heber,  1812. 


452 


Death.  [579,  580 

S.  M. 
579  C ERVANT  of  God,  well  done  ! 
^     Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  : 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came  ; 

He  started  up  to  hear  : 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame  ; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  !  " 
He  woke,  —  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye  ; 
Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 

4  His  spirit  with  a  bound 

Left  its  encumbering  clay  : 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground 
A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

5  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

6  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

James  Montgomery ',  1 825. 

S.  M. 
580    A  ND  must  this  body  die, 

***■     This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 
453 


580,  581]  Human  Life. 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


CM. 
581  HPHROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 
-*-       Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 
454 


Resurrection.  [58 x>  582 

4  Yet  not  thus  buried,  or  extinct, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long-silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1807. 


CM. 
582  "D  LEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 
*J     The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  His  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  He  raised  His  Son 

And  called  Him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust ; 
Yet,  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 
So  all  His  followers  must. 


There's  an  inheritance  divine, 
Reserved  against  that  day ; 

'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 
And  cannot  waste  away. 
455 


582,  583]  Human  Life. 

5  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 
Till  that  salvation  come  : 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


L.  M. 
583  "PjEAREST  of  names,  our  Lord,  our  King! 
*~*  Jesus,  Thy  praise  we  humbly  sing  : 
In  cheerful  songs  we'll  spend  our  breath, 
And  in  Thee  triumph  over  death. 

2  Death  is  no  more  among  our  foes, 

Since  Christ,  the  mighty  Conqueror,  rose ; 
Both  power  and  sting  the  Saviour  broke  ; 
He  died,  and  gave  the  finished  stroke. 

3  Saints  die,  and  we  should  gently  weep  \ 
Sweetly  in  Jesus'  arms  they  sleep ; 
Far  from  this  world  of  sin  and  woe, 
Nor  sin,  nor  pain,  nor  grief,  they  know. 

4  Death  no  terrific  foe  appears  ; 
An  angel's  lovely  form  he  wears ; 
A  friendly  messenger  he  proves 
To  every  soul  whom  Jesus  loves. 

5  Death  is  a  sleep  ;  and  O  how  sweet 
To  souls  prepared  its  stroke  to  meet ! 
Their  dying  beds,  their  graves  are  blest, 
For  all  to  them  is  peace  and  rest. 

6  Their  bodies  sleep  :  their  souls  take  wing, 
Uprise  to  heaven,  and  there  they  sing 
With  joy  before  the  Saviour's  face, 
Triumphant  in  victorious  grace. 

456 


Christ's  Second  Coming,    [583,  584 

7  Soon  shall  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Feel  the  Archangel's  trumpet  sound  ; 
Then  shall  the  grave's  dark  caverns  shake, 
And  joyful  *all  the  saints  shall  wake. 

8  Bodies  and  souls  shall  then  unite, 
Arrayed  in  glory,  strong  and  bright ; 
And  all  His  saints  will  Jesus  bring 
His  face  to  see,  His  love  to  sing. 

9  O  may  I  live,  with  Jesus  nigh, 
And  sleep  in  Jesus  when  I  die  ! 
Then,  joyful,  when  from  death  I  wake, 
I  shall  eternal  bliss  partake. 

Samuel  Medley,  1790. 


7s  &  6s. 
584    TD  EJOICE,  rejoice,  believers, 

■^^     And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near  : 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  will  draw  nigh : 
Up  !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle  ! 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 

Look  now  for  your  Salvation, 

The  end  of  sin  and  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near ; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 
With  hallelujahs  clear. 
457 


584,  5^5]  Human  Life. 

3  O  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Till,  in  your  jubilations, 

Ye  meet  the  angel-choir. 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand  j 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  heart  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

And  ever  be  with  Thee  ! 

Laurenti,  1690  ;  trcuislated  by  Jane  Borthwick. 


C.    M. 
585  Al^ HEN  came  in  flesh  the  Incarnate  Word, 
*  *     The  heedless  world  slept  on, 
And  only  simple  shepherds  heard 
That  God  had  sent  His  Son. 

2  When  comes  the  Saviour  at  the  last, 

From  west  to  east  shall  shine 
The  awful  pomp,  and  earth  aghast 
Shall  tremble  at  the  sign. 

3  Then  shall  the  pure  in  heart  be  blest  \ 

As  mild  He  comes  to  them, 
As  when  upon  the  virgin's  breast 
He  lay  at  Bethlehem  : 
458 


Christ's  Second  Coming.    [585,  586 

4  As  mild  to  meek-eyed  love  and  faith  ; 

Only  more  strong  to  save  ; 
Strengthened  by  having  bowed  to  death, 
By  having  burst  the  grave. 

5  Lord !  who  could  dare  see  Thee  descend 

In  state,  unless  he  knew 
Thou  art  the  sorrowing  sinner's  Friend, 
The  gracious  and  the  true  ? 

6  Dwell  in  our  hearts,  O  Saviour  blest ! 

So  shall  thine  Advent-Dawn 
'Twixt  us  and  Thee,  our  bosom  Guest, 
Be  but  the  veil  withdrawn. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice,  1836. 


L.    M. 
586  T^HE  Lord  will  come  ;  the  earth  shall  quake, 
J-    The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake, 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  ;  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  He  came, 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  humankind. 

4  Can  this  be  He  who  wont  to  stray, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  opprest,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
O  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 
459 


586,  587]  Human  Life. 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks,  hide  us  !  mountains,  on  us  fall !  " 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "  The  Lord  is  come  !  " 

Bishop  Heber,  i8u 


8s  &  7s,  8s,  8s,  &  7s. 
587  (*  REAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 
^-*   The  end  of  things  created  : 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated. 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  ; 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him  ! 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise 

And  greet  the  Archangel's  warning, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  in  the  skies 

On  this  auspicious  morning  : 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 

3  Far  over  space,  to  distant  spheres, 

The  lightnings  are  prevailing : 
The  ungodly  rise  and  all  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing  : 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
They  shake  before  the  Judge's  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

4  Stay,  fancy,  stay,  and  close  thy  wings, 

Repress  thy  flight  too  daring  ! 
One  wondrous  sight  my  comfort  brings, 
The  Judge  my  nature  wearing. 
460 


Judgment.  [587,  588 

Beneath  His  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 

William  Bengo  Colly er,  1812. 
{First  stanza  Anon.,  from  Bartholomew  Ringwaldt,  I55°0 


C.  M. 


588 


r  I  "HAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
-*-       The  appointed  hour  make  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  Thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart ! 

3  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair ! 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  His  love  ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  Thy  breast : 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  Thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  O  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  Thy  hands  ! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  Thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

6  Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
461 


589]  Human  Life. 


589 


8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
T    O  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
■*— '     Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears,  on  earth  to  reign  ! 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 

Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  Tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 

All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away ! 

Now  Redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 
Hallelujah  ! 

See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 

Answer  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ; 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  to  inherit 
Take  Thy  pining  exiles  home  : 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  Thee  come  ! 
462 


Judgment.  [589,  590 

6  Yea,  Amen !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne : 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own : 

O  come  quickly, 
Everlasting  God,  come  down  ! 

Variation  by  Martin  Madan,  1 760. 
From  Charles  Wesley  and  John  Cennick. 


S.  M. 

590  '"THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

-*-     Before  whose  bar  severe, 

With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  : 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray  : 

3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 

4  The  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

5  O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  His  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 
463 


59°~592]  Human  Life. 

6  O  may  we  thus  insure 

Our  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

C.  Wesley,  1749. 


L.  M. 


591 


HPHAT  day  of  wrath  !  that  dreadful  day, 
■*■     When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

When,  shriveling  like  a  parche'd  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead !  — 

O,  on  that  day  —  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 

Sir  Walter  Scott,  1805  ;  translated  from  Dies  Irce. 


C.   M. 

592  A  \  7  HEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
*  *      O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  now,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 
464 


Judgment.  [592»  593 

3  When  Thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  Then,  see  my  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ! 

Let  mercy  set  me  free, 
While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
My  heart  takes  hold  of  Thee. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Thy  mercy  to  procure, 
Since  Thy  beloved  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  mercy  sure. 

Joseph  Addison,  if  12. 

S.  M. 
593    A  ND  will  the  Judge  descend, 
•***     And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  His  face 
Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  gentle  voice 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  His  grace 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

Philip  Doddridge.  1 745. 
30  465 


594'  595]  Human  Life. 

c.  P.  M. 
594  \  A7*HEN  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
*  *     To  take  Thy  ransomed  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  Thy  people  now, 
Before  Thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all  \ 
But  —  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call  ! 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  Thy  grace  ; 
Be  Thou  my  only  Hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  : 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ■ 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray  ! 

4  Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  Archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  Thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Lady  Huntington,  1 764. 

Psalm  XCVII.     L.  M. 
595  TLT  E  reigns  \  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns  ; 
-*■  ■*    Praise  Him  in  evangelic  strains  : 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 
466 


Heaven.  [595,  596 

Deep  are  His  counsels  and  unknown, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  His  throne, 
Though  gloomy  clouds  His  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  He  comes  ! 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
Before  Him  burns  devouring  fire  ; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 
Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption  's  nigh. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


596 


7s  &  6s. 
"POR  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 
■*■      Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

O  one,  O  only  Mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 
467 


59^,  597]  Human  Life. 

3  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower  ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesu,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard,  1 150  ;  translated  by  J.  M.  Neale. 


597 


C.  M. 
TH*AR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
•*■      Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

Fair  distant  land  ;  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  joys  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 
And  grief  no  more  complains  ; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 
468 


Heaven.  [597>  59$ 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  \ 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

6  The  glorious  Monarch  there  displays 

His  beams  of  wondrous  grace  ; 
His  happy  subjects  sing  His  praise, 
And  bow  before  His  face. 

7  O  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above  ! 

8  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

For  Thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise,  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


S.  M. 
598  pTOREVER  with  the  Lord  !  " 
•*■      Amen  ;  so  let  it  be  ; 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word ; 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam : 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 
469 


59&>  599]  Human  Life, 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
Even  here  to  me  fulfill. 

5  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

6  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


7s  &  6s. 
599  T  ERUSALEM,  the  golden  ! 
J      With  milk  and  honey  blest ; 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 
I  know  not,  O,  I  know  not, 

What  holy  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 
All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 
And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
470 


Heaven.  [599>  600 

There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  toil  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast. 

3  And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever,  and  forever, 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
O  land  that  seest  no  sorrow  ! 

O  state  that  fear'st  no  strife  ! 
O  royal  land  of  flowers  ! 

O  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country  ! 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard,  1150;  translated  by  J.  M.  Neale. 


600 


C.  M. 
T^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
•*■      Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
47i 


6oo,  60 1  ]  Human  Life. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  \ 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes,  — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Isaac  Walts,  1 709. 


601  C INCE  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below 
^   Such  radiant  gems  are  strown, 
O  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  about  Thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light, 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky, 
With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 
Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be,  Lord,  Thy  temple's  outer  vail, 
What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 
472 


Heaven.  [60 1,  602 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noontide  hour, 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase 
Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze,  — 
But  shows,  O  Lord,  one  beam  of  Thine : 
What,  then,  the  day  where  Thou  dost  shine. 

4  Ah,  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays  ! 
Or  how  my  spirit  so  impure, 

Upon  Thy  brightness  gaze  ! 
Anoint,  O  Lord,  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  me  for  that  world  of  light. 

W.  A.  Muhlenberg,  1823. 

C.  M. 
602  1  \  THEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
*  v     To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all,  — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
473 


6c>3>  604]  Human  Life. 

c.  m. 
603  '"THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
■*■      To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal,  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  • 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

William  B.  Tappan,  \ 


604 


T 1  THAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

*  *       This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 
New  dominion,  every  hour." 
474 


605 


Heaven.  [604,  605 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fear ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


7s. 
T  T IGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light 
■*■  ■*■     Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  ImmanuePs  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 
Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 

They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 
Never,  never  weep  again : 
475 


605,  606]  Human  Life. 

'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
'Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 

Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

3  Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find  ; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 
Sorrow  in  eternal  rest. 

Thomas  Raffles,  1812. 


CM. 
606  'T^HERE  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray, 
-*■    And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  Wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this : 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 

4  Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath  \ 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 
476 


Heaven.  [606-608 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 
Exempt  from  toil  and  strife ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life  ! 

Bishop  East. 

C.  M. 

607  /^*IVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
^-*     Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins  and  doubts  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  : 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  He  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

7s  &6s 
608   "D  ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
-"-^     Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
477 


6o8,  609]  Human  Life. 

Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heaven,  thy  native  place. 

Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 

Rise,  my  soul !  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  \ 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  your  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Robert  Seagrave,  1742. 

C.  M. 
609  (~\N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
^-^     And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 
478 


Heaven.  [609,  610 

3  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

Samuel  Stenneft,  1 750. 


610 


Psalm  XVII.    L.  M. 
T 1  7"HAT  sinners  value  I  resign ; 

*  *     Lord,  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

0  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

479 


6io,  611]  Human  Life. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1 7 19. 


611 


C.  M. 
r\  MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem, 
^-^     When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 

Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  Himself  gives  light. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  all  of  orient  pearl, 

O  God,  if  I  were  there  ! 

Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing  sound 

The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 
Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit ; 

For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

To  thee  their  honors  bring. 
480 


Heaven.  [611,  612 

There  the  blest  souls  that  hardly  'scaped 

The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 

Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell. 
O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee ! 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

F.  B.  P.,  1616. 


C.  M. 
612    T  ERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ! 
J      Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
31  481 


612-614]  Human  Life. 

6  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

From  a  Latin  Hymn  of  %th  Cent2iry 


CM. 
613  TV/T Y  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies, 
"*■"■*•      And  look  within  the  veil : 
There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise ; 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One  ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  forever  firm  ; 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart : 
He  binds  my  name  upon  His  arm, 
And  seals  it  on  His  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings ; 

How  short  our  sorrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future  things 
The  present  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

S.  M.  double. 
614    A     FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
"*■**  A  few  more  seasons  come, 
482 


Heaven.  [614 

And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb  : 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

2  A  few  more  suns  shall  set 
O'er  these  dark  hills  of  time, 

And  we  shall  be  where  suns  are  not, 

A  far  serener  clime  : 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

3  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild  rocky  shore, 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more : 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

4  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more  : 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  bright  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

5  'Tis  but  a  little  while 
And  He  shall  come  again, 

483 


6i4)  615]  Human  Life. 

Who  died  that  we  might  live,  Who  lives 
That  we  with  Him  may  reign : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  glad  day  \ 

0  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  Blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away.     Amen. 

H.  Bonar,  1866. 

8s,  6s,  &  6s. 
615  r\  PARADISE,  O  Paradise, 

^-^     Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 

Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  they  that  loved  are  blest  ? 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old  ; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

'Tis  weary  waiting  here  ; 

1  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near ; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 
Stand  ever  in  the  light, 

All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 
484 


Heaven.  [615,  616 

0  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  want  to  sin  no  more, 

1  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 

As  on  thy  spotless  shore  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

Lord  Jesu,  King  of  Paradise, 

O  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight.     Amen. 

Frederick  W.  Fader,  1862, 


616       QOON  and  forever,"  such  promise  our  trust 


IOS  &  IIS. 

S' 

^  Though  ashes  to  ashes,  and  dust  unto  dust : 
"  Soon  and  forever,"  our  union  shall  be 
Made  perfect,  our  glorious  Redeemer,  in  Thee : 
485 


6 1 6]  Human  Life. 

When  the  sins  and  the  sorrows  of  time  shall  be  o'er, 
Its  pangs  and  its  partings  remembered  no  more, 
Where  life  cannot  fail,  and  where  death  cannot  sever, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be  "  soon  and  forever." 

2  "  Soon  and  forever,"  the  breaking  of  day 
Shall  drive  all  the  night  clouds  of  sorrow  away : 
"  Soon  and  forever,"  we'll  see  as  we're  seen, 

And  learn  the  deep   meaning  of  things  that   have 

been : 
When  fightings  without  us,  and  fears  from  within, 
Shall  weary  no  more  in  the  warfare  of  sin  ; 
Where  fears,  and  where  tears,  and  where  death  shall 

be  never, 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be  ' '  soon  and  forever." 

3  "  Soon  and  forever  "  the  work  shall  be  done ; 
The  warfare  accomplished,  the  victory  won  ; 
"  Soon  and  forever  "  the  soldier  lays  down 

His  sword  for  a  harp,  and  his  cross  for  a  crown ; 
Then  droop  not  in  sorrow,  despond  not  in  fear, 
A  glorious  to-morrow  is  brightening  and  near ; 
When  (blessed  reward  of  each  faithful  endeavor) 
Christians  with  Christ  shall  be  "  soon  and  forever." 

J.  B.  S.  Monsell,  1865. 


486 


Doxologies.  [J~5 

2Doj:ofogicg* 

Gloria  Patri. 
1  r*  LORY  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son : 
^Jr     And  to  the  Holy  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  ever  shall  be : 
World  without  end.     Amen. 


L.  M. 
2  T)  RAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
*■      Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


L.  M. 

3  HTO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

•*-      And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 

By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven  ! 

C.  M. 
4  T    ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
-*— '     And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

C.  M. 
5  rT*0  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
-*■       One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore  ! 
487 


6-io]  Doxologies. 

s.  M. 
6  \/E  angels  round  the  throne, 
■*■       And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

S.  M. 
7  ^TO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
*-       And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity ! 


7s. 

8  TJ  OLY  Father,  Holy  Son, 


Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 
Glory  as  of  old  to  Thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 


7s. 
9  /^LORY  to  the  Eternal  One, 
^-^  Glory  to  His  only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 


L.  P.  M. 

10  1VT  OW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
^  ~    The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given,  — 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  ! 


Doxologies.  [  1 1  - 14 

c.  P.  M. 
11   HTO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

-*-     The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
Is  now,  and  shall  forever  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more  ! 


H.  M. 
12  '"TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
-*-    Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  powers  eternal  King  ! 
Thy  Name  we  sing  while  faith  adores. 


6s  &  4s. 
13  HTO  the  great  One  in  Three, 
-*■    The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity, 
Love  and  adore ! 


8s  &  7s. 

14  pRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

*■      Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 

489 


15?  1 6]  Doxologies. 

8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
15  /^LORY  be  to  God  the  Father  ! 
^Jr     Glory  be  to  God  the  Son  ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 

Glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


Rev.  V.  12,  13. 
16  V\T ORTHY  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

*  *     To  receive  power,  and  riches,  and  wisdom, 
And  strength,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  blessing. 

Blessing,  and  honor,  and  glory,  and  power, 
Be  unto  Him  that  sitteth  upon  the  throne,  and  unto 
the  Lamb, 
Forever  and  ever.     Amen. 


490 


APPENDIX. 


NOTES  ON  THE  ORIGIN  OF  HYMNS. 

Chiefly  extracted  from  "  Singers  and  Songs  of  the  Church" 
jfosiah  Miller,  A.  M.,  London,  1869  ;  and  "  Christian 
Singers  of  Germany"  Catherine  Winkworth,  London, 
1869. 

The  following  is  an  extract  from  the  Preface  of  Mr. 
Miller's  work  :  — 

"  In  our  public  assemblies  prose  compositions  are  usually  given 
with  the  illustration  they  derive  from  our  knowledge  of  the  author ; 
and  we  very  seldom  put  any  particular  composition  to  the  disadvan- 
tage of  being  judged  by  its  intrinsic  merits  and  apart  from  our  knowl- 
edge of  its  author.  But  our  hymns  suffer  from  this  disadvantage. 
In  many  instances  they  embody  the  sentiments  of  a  particular  writer, 
and  were  born  of  the  peculiar  circumstances  in  which  he  wrote  them ; 
yet  all  that  we  know  of  them  beyond  their  internal  testimony,  is  their 
number  in  a  Collection,  or  the  page  on  which  they  are  found.  It  is  the 
object  of  this  work  to  assist  in  removing  this  disadvantage,  and  to 
lend  new  interest  to  our  public  praise  by  informing  the  worshipper  of 
the  lives  of  the  authors  and  the  origin  and  history  of  the  hymns." 

The  space  allotted  for  these  notes  makes  them  necessa- 
rily incomplete,  and  confined  to  the  lives  of  only  a  few  of 
the  hymn-writers.  They  are  inserted  as  tending  to  accom- 
plish the  object  of  our  Prayer  (p.xviii),  that  we  may  par- 
take of  the  spirit  of  those  whose  hymns  we  read  and  sing, 

491 


Appendix. 

and  thus  be  enabled  the  better  to  "  commune  with  the 
church  universal  and  with  God"  in  our  Sacrifice  of  Praise. 
The  selection  is  made  chiefly  from  the  lives  of  those  who 
are  least  familiarly  known  in  the  American  churches. 

No.  6. —  "Father,  thine  elect  who  lovest."  Thomas  H.  Gill,  i860. 
Mr.  Gill  is  a  layman  residing  in  England,  whose  hymns,  growing 
out  of  his  own  religious  experience,  possess  extraordinary  merit. 
Educated  a  Unitarian,  he  says  of  himself,  "  I  first  began  to  chafe  un- 
der the  yoke,  through  my  exceeding  delight  in  the  hymns  of  Watts, 
and  from  the  contrast  between  their  native  power  and  beauty  and 
their  shrunken  and  dwindled  plight  when  shorn  of  their  inspiring  the- 
ology, by  Unitarian  mutilations."  Of  No.  465,  which  is  his  most  pop- 
ular, Mr.  Gill  says,  "I  wrote  it  when  fresh  from  the  contemplation  of 
the  misery  and  anarchy  of  Shelley's  life.  The  blessing  that  has  gone 
with  it  is  wonderful."  Rev.  F.  M.  Bird  writes  as  follows,  regarding 
Mr.  Gill's  hymns  :  "  Wesley  in  1739  was  scarcely  more  an  innovator 
on  the  then  established  precedents  of  hymn-writing  than  was  Mr. 
Gill  ten  years  ago.  His  hymns  though  little  known  now,  will,  we  be- 
lieve, be  well  known  and  widely  used  hereafter." 

No.  9.  —  "  The  God  of  Abraham  praise.''''  Thomas  Olivers,  1725- 
1799.  The  author  was  brought  up  on  a  farm  in  Ireland,  and  appren- 
ticed to  a  shoemaker  at  the  age  of  eighteen.  He  became  one  of  Mr. 
Wesley's  successful  travelling  preachers.  This  admirable  hymn  con- 
sisted originally  of  twelve  stanzas,  and  was  published  with  sixty-nine 
scriptural  references,  "  adapted  to  a  celebrated  air,  sung  by  Priest  Signor 
Leoni,  at  the  yews'  Synagogue,  London."  The  tune  is  called  Leoni  in 
our  present  books.  This  hymn  was  a  source  of  great  consolation  to 
Henry  Martyn,  when  in  1805  he  was  bidding  adieu  to  his  native  land, 
and  setting  out  on  his  important  missionary  career.  Montgomery's 
opinion  of  it  was  stated  thus  :  "  There  is  not  in  our  language  a  lyric 
of  more  majestic  style,  more  elevated  thought,  or  more  glorious  imag- 
ery. Its  structure,  indeed,  is  unattractive,  but  like  a  stately  pile  of 
architecture,  severe  and  simple  in  design,  it  strikes  less  in  the  first 
view  than  after  deliberate  examination,  when  its  proportions  become 
more  graceful,  its  dimensions  expand,  and  the  mind  grows  greater  by 
contemplating  it." 

No.  II.  —  "Before  yehovah's  awful  throne.''''  Isaac  Watts,  D.  D., 
1674-1748.      Montgomery  justly  styles  Watts    "the  greatest  name 

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among  hymn- writers,"  and  the  corrected  judgment  of  modern  times 
gives  him  his  deserved  place  of  honor.  His  hymns  have  been  the 
solace  and  delight  of  the  common  people  as  well  as  of  men  of  powerful 
intellect.  Watts  did  not  claim  to  be  a  poet.  He  apologizes  for  the 
absence  of  poetic  form  and  display,  on  the  ground  of  his  desire  to  write 
to  the  level  of  ordinary  worshippers,  yet  all  will  admit  that  many  of 
his  hymns  are  of  unparalleled  excellence.  In  versifying  the  Psalms, 
he  expressed  the  view  that  they  should  be  "translated  in  such  a  man- 
ner as  we  have  reason  to  believe  David  would  have  composed  them 
if  he  had  lived  in  our  day."  And  in  contrast  with  the  practice  of  his 
predecessors  he  says,  "  What  need  is  there  that  I  should  wrap  up  the 
shining  honors  of  my  Redeemer  in  the  dark  and  shadowy  language  of 
a  religion  that  is  now  forever  abolished,  especially  when  Christians  are 
so  vehemently  warned,  in  the  Epistles  of  St.  Paul,  against  a  Judaizing 
Spirit  in  their  worship  as  well  as  doctrine."  Watts'  parents  were 
eminently  pious,  and  suffered  much  in  the  persecution  during  the  reign 
of  Charles  II.  He  was  settled  over  the  Independent  Church,  Berry 
Street,  London,  but  in  consequence  of  poor  health,  he  passed  the  last 
thirty-six  years  of  his  life  with  his  friend,  Sir  Thomas  Abney  (a  Dis- 
senter), in  Hertfordshire.  The  first  verse  of  the  above  hymn  is  as 
altered  by  John  Wesley,  who  took  great  delight  in  Watts'  hymns. 
Watts'  version  of  Psalm  146  has  special  interest,  as  the  last  used 
by  Mr.  Wesley.  When  near  his  end  he  suddenly  broke  out  in  the  ap- 
propriate words  :  "  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath,"  etc.  At  the 
close  of  a  long  life,  the  Rev.  Henry  March  said,  "  My  confession  of 
faith  you  will  find  in  Watts'  hymn,  '  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no 
more.'  "  At  the  close  of  his  liberal  and  useful  life  Dr.  Watts  re- 
marked, "  It  is  a  great  mercy  that  I  have  no  manner  of  fear  or  dread 
of  death.  I  could,  if  God  please,  lay  my  head  back  and  die  without 
alarm  this  afternoon  or  night." 

No.  21.  —  "Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind."  John  Milton,  1608-1674. 
This  is  part  of  a  version  of  the  136th  Psalm,  written  by  Milton 
at  the  age  of  fifteen. 

No.  29.  —  "  The  Lord  descended  from  above"  Thomas  Sternhold, 
1547.  This  is  part  of  the  18th  Psalm,  originally  in  forty-nine  verses, 
by  Thomas  Sternhold,  who  was  Groom  of  the  Robes  to  Henry  VIII. 
of  England.  In  company  with  John  Hopkins  and  William  Kethe 
he  produced  the  first  English  metrical  version  of  the  Book  of  Psalms. 
It  appeared  after  his  death  in  1562,  annexed  to  the  Book  of  Common 

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Prayer.  Keble  and  other  competent  judges  have  valued  this  old 
version  for  its  accuracy  in  representing  the  Hebrew  original.  The 
high  appreciation  of  the  work  by  contemporaries  is  shown  by  the  fol- 
lowing parish-church  record  in  Gloucestershire,  "  Let  it  be  remem- 
bered for  the  honor  of  this  parish  of  Awre,  that  from  it  first  sounded 
out  the  Psalms  of  David  in  English  metre,  by  Thomas  Sternhold  and 
John  Hopkins."  Sternhold  was  a  zealous  reformer,  a  strict  liver,  and 
his  effort  to  versify  the  Psalms  is  said  to  have  originated  in  his  being 
so  scandalized  by  the  secular  songs  which  were  common  among  cour- 
tiers of  that  day. 

No.  3 1 .  —  "Eternal  Light,  Eternal  Light:''  Thomas  Binney,  D.  D., 
born  about  1798.  The  first  years  of  Mr.  Binney's  active  life  were 
spent  in  a  bookseller's  shop,  where  by  laborious  study  and  by  econo- 
mizing his  spare  moments  he  laid  the  foundation  for  his  future  suc- 
cess. His  life-work  was  as  pastor  of  the  King's  Weigh-House  Chapel 
in  London.  His  lectures  and  sermons  have  been  asked  for  in  print, 
and  sometimes  on  revision  have  grown  into  books.  In  1845  he  vis- 
ited America.  Mr.  Binney  has  been  justly  styled  a  Prince  among 
thinkers.  This  complete  hymn,  presenting  an  epitome  of  the  gospel, 
has  traces  of  that  sublimity  and  force  of  mind  which  characterize  the 
author's  discourses.  It  was  written  and  set  to  music  on  behalf  of  a 
charitable  society  in  London. 

No.  49.  —  "Let  all  the  just  to  God  with  joy."  Nahum  Tate,  1652- 
17 15.  Tate  was  the  son  of  a  clergyman  who  was  a  voluminous  pro- 
ducer of  sacred  poetry  in  the  Elizabethan  era.  He  became  poet- 
laureate  of  England,  and  in  company  with  Dr.  Nicholas  Brady  he 
published,  in  1698,  the  version  of  Psalms  now  common  in  the  English 
Prayer  Book,  which  version  superseded  that  of  Sternhold  and  Hopkins 
of  1562. 

No.  54.  —  "The  Lord  is  King,  lift  tip  thy  voice.1''  Josiah  Conder, 
1789-1855.  Modern  hymnology  owes  much  to  Josiah  Conder.  Like 
his  friend,  James  Montgomery,  he  cultivated  it  as  an  art,  aided  its 
promoters,  and  added  to  its  riches.  He  was  the  son  of  a  London 
bookseller,  and  became  proprietor  and  editor  of  the  "  Eclectic  Re- 
view." During  this  brilliant  period  in  the  history  of  the  "Eclectic," 
its  pages  were  enriched  by  contributions  from  his  friends,  Robert 
Hall,  John  Foster,  Dr.  Chalmers,  and  others.  Conder  wrote  over 
fifty  hymns.  They  are  evidently  the  production  of  one  who  had 
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passed  through  many  trials,  and  who  was  familiar  with  Christian 
doctrine,  and  rich  in  Christian  experience. 

No.  55.  —  "  Come,  O  my  soul  in  sacred  lays."  Thomas  Blacklock, 
D.  D.,  of  Edinburgh,  Scotland,  1721-1791.  A  peculiar  interest  be- 
longs to  the  success  of  this  hymn-writer,  because  achieved  in  spite  of 
the  privation  of  sight,  which  he  lost  when  only  six  months  old.  His 
faithful  descriptions  of  natural  scenery,  referred  to  by  Burke  in  his 
"  Sublime  and  Beautiful,"  awaken  astonishment  as  the  productions 
of  one  who  had  long  been  blind. 

No.  57.  —  (tGod  moves  in  a  mysterious  way."  William  Cowper, 
1 73 1- 1 800.  Cowper  suffered  beyond  measure  from  diffidence  and 
self-distrust.  Encouraged  by  John  Newton,  at  Olney,  the  poet  finally 
overcame  his  diffidence  so  as  occasionally  to  offer  prayer  at  a  religious 
meeting.  Like  the  prayers  of  many  others  who  have  overcome  simi- 
lar obstacles,  those  of  Mr.  Cowper  excelled.  Said  one,  who  was  often 
present,  "  Of  all  the  men  I  ever  heard  pray,  none  equaled  Mr.  Cow- 
per." The  origin  of  this  hymn  is  interesting.  It  is  said  that  in  one 
of  those  periods  of  despondency  to  which  he  was  subject,  Cowper 
fancied  it  was  the  Divine  will  he  should  go  and  drown  himself  in  the 
river  Ouse.  The  driver  of  the  post-chaise  missed  his  way,  and  on 
their  return  Cowper  wrote  this  sublime  hymn.  Hymn  No.  418,  "  O 
for  a  closer  walk  with  God,"  is  expressive  of  his  own  inward  fears  and 
yearnings.  No.  368,  "  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee,"  was  written 
during  a  Sabbath  in  the  country,  after  a  season  of  depression,  and 
when  he  enjoyed  the  services  of  God's  house  in  an  unusual  degree. 

No.  61 .  —  "  0  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee."  John  Ryland,  D.  D., 
1753-1825.  Ryland's  father  was  a  clergyman  of  high  attainments,  and 
early  trained  his  son  in  the  knowledge  of  Greek  and  Hebrew,  and 
from  his  pious  mother  he  received,  as  Doddridge  had  done,  scriptu- 
ral instruction  from  the  Dutch  tiles  that  adorned  their  fire-place.  Dr. 
Ryland  became  president  of  the  Baptist  College,  Bristol,  England,  and 
preceded  the  celebrated  Robert  Hall  in  the  pastorate  at  Broadmead 
Chapel.  Brown  University,  at  Providence,  R.  I.,  conferred  upon  him 
the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity.  He  was  a  laborious  servant  of 
God,  was  one  of  the  founders  of  the  Baptist  Missionary  Society,  and 
composed  ninety-nine  hymns.  This  one  is  of  peculiar  interest,  by 
reason  of  the  author's  note  on  the  original  manuscript,  namely,  "I 
recollect  deeper  feelings  of  mind  in  composing  this  hymn  than  per- 

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haps  I  ever  felt  in  making  any  other."  In  1825  he  peacefully  departed, 
uttering  the  words  "  No  more  pain."  Distinguished  men  honored  his 
memory ;  John  Foster,  by  an  article  in  the  "  Eclectic  Review,"  and 
Robert  Hall  in  a  funeral  sermon.  Both  passed  high  eulogiums  upon 
him  as  a  pastor,  preacher,  tutor,  and  author. 

No.  62.  —  "  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large,'1''  James  Merrick,  M. 
A.,  1 720-1 769.  This  sacred  poet,  coming  after  Tate  and  Brady,  pre- 
pared a  new  version  of  the  Psalms  in  England,  for  which  royal  sanc- 
tion was  sought,  but  not  obtained.  It  contained  some  excellent  pieces, 
of  which  this  is  one.  Merrick  was  a  great  classical  scholar.  Lord 
North  was  one  of  his  pupils.  Bishop  Lowth  characterized  him  as 
"  one  of  the  best  of  men  and  most  classical  of  scholars." 

No.  63.  —  "The  Lord  fs  my  Shepherd."  Francis  Rous,  1645.  Rous 
was  the  son  of  an  English  knight.  He  espoused  the  cause  of  the 
Puritans,  was  appointed  a  member  of  the  Westminster  Assembly  of 
Divines  in  1643,  and  first  tryer  of  preachers  under  Cromwell.  Stern- 
hold  and  Hopkins'  version  of  the  Psalms  being  then  considered  obso- 
lete by  many,  Rous'  version  was  adopted,  and  it  is  this  substantially 
(revised  and  corrected  by  a  committee  of  the  General  Assembly)  that 
is  still  in  use  among  the  churches  in  Scotland. 

No.  89.  —  "  All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord."  Martin  Luther,  1483- 
1546.  Luther  was  exceedingly  fond  of  music  and  poetry.  He  ranked 
music  next  in  place  to  theology.  In  the  "  Concord  of  sweet  sounds  " 
he  found  solace  in  trouble,  and  stimulus  in  his  exhausting  enterprises. 
At  his  own  house  he  gathered  a  band  of  men  skilled  in  music,  with 
whose  assistance  he  arranged  to  his  own  heart-stirring  words  the  old 
and  favorite  melodies  of  Germany,  taking  care  to  adapt  them  to  con- 
gregational worship,  so  that  the  people  might  resume  their  place  in 
public  praise,  of  which  their  Romish  guides  had  deprived  them.  He 
translated  some  of  the  best  Latin  hymns,  improved  old  popular  Ger- 
man hymns,  wrote  himself,  and  encouraged  others  to  write  metrical 
versions  of  some  parts  of  the  Bible.  He  wrote  to  a  friend  as  follows  : 
"  I  confess  myself  to  be  one  of  those  who  are  more  influenced  and 
delighted  by  poetry,  than  by  the  most  eloquent  oration,  even  of  Cicero 
or  Demosthenes.  From  my  youth  I  have  constantly  studied  the 
Psalms  with  much  delight.  I  glory  in  this,  that,  for  all  the  thrones 
and  kingdoms  of  the  world,  I  would  not  relinquish  what  I  have 
gained  by  meditating  upon  the  Psalms  through  the  blessing  of  the 

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Holy  Spirit."  Luther's  psalms  and  hymns  were  caught  up  and  sung 
by  the  masses;  and  the  enemies  of  the  Reformation  said,  "Luther 
has  done  us  more  harm  by  his  songs  than  by  his  sermons."  Cole- 
ridge says,  "  Luther  did  as  much  for  the  Reformation  by  his  hymns 
as  by  his  translation  of  the  Bible."  These  hymns  made  a  bond  of 
union  between  men  who  knew  little  of  Creeds  and  Articles  ;  every 
devout  man  could  understand  the  blessedness  of  singing  God's  praises 
in  good  honest  German,  instead  of  gazing  idly  at  the  mass  or  listen- 
ing to  a  Latin  litany;  the  children  learned  Luther's  hymns  in  the 
cottage,  and  martyrs  sang  them  on  the  scaffold.  Luther's  psalms  and 
hymns  are  not  marked  by  their  refined  taste,  h>ut  are  full  of  Scripture 
truth,  and  in  their  simple  beauty  and  homely  strength  are  plain  to 
the  comprehension  of  all. 

No.  91.  —  "  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates.1''  George  Weissel, 
1 590- 1 63  5.  This  beautiful  advent  hymn  is  believed  to  have  been 
written  during  the  period  when  the  Thirty  Years'  War  was  raging. 
Weissel  was  minister  of  the  church  of  Konigsberg,  Prussia. 

No.  97.  —  "  Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow"  Rev.  S.  F.  Smith, 
1850.  This  is  by  an  eminent  Baptist  clergyman  of  Massachusetts,  the 
principal  editor  of  the  "  Psalmist,"  and  the  author  of  many  good 
hymns. 

No.  101.  —  "  O  sacred  head,  now  wounded"  Paul  Gerhardt,  1606- 
1676 ;  translated  by  James  W.  Alexander.  To  Paul  Gerhardt  is  con- 
ceded by  many  the  highest  place  among  the  hymn- writers  of  Germany. 
He  was  the  son  of  a  magistrate  in  Saxony,  and  his  early  life  was 
passed  during  that  period  of  dreadful  suffering  in  Germany,  the  Thirty 
Years'  War.  In  1657  he  removed  to  Berlin,  where  he  was  held  in  high 
honor  as  a  powerful  preacher  and  an  earnest  Christian  pastor.  He 
was  at  one  time  deposed  from  his  spiritual  office  on  account  of  his 
uncompromising  adherence  to  Lutheran  doctrine.  He  said,  "  This  is 
only  a  small  Berlin  affliction  ;  but  I  am  also  willing  and  ready  to  seal 
with  my  blood  the  Evangelical  truth,  and,  like  my  namesake  St.  Paul, 
to  offer  my  neck  to  the  sword."  His  refuge  and  refreshment  under 
the  greatest  trials  late  in  life  was  in  his  gift  of  song,  and  his  last 
words  when  dying  were  from  one  of  his  own  hymns,  — 

"  Him  no  death  has  power  to  kill." 

Gerhardt's  hymns  combine  simplicity  with  depth  and  force.    They  are 
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the  heart  utterances  of  one  who  had  a  simple  but  sublime  faith  in 
God.  Schiller's  mother  was  one  of  many  who  taught  their  sons  Ger- 
hardt's  hymns.  Several  instances  are  on  record  of  the  comfort  this 
one  has  been  to  Christians  in  death  ;  especially  interesting  is  the  case 
of  the  missionary  Schwartz,  whom  the  native  Christians  in  India  com- 
forted by  singing  this  hymn  in  their  own  Tamil,  into  which  it  had  been 
translated. 

No.  107. — "Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again."  Easter  hymn  of  Bohe- 
mian Church,  fifteenth  century.  The  Bohemian  Brethren  were  the 
remains  of  an  ancient  Slavonic  Christianity  which  owed  its  origin  to 
the  teaching  of  two  Greek  monks  in  the  ninth  century,  and  was  in 
existence  before  the  papal  authority  and  Roman  liturgy  found  their 
way  to  Bohemia.  Throughout  the  Middle  Ages  a  tacit  struggle  ex- 
isted between  the  two  elements.  When  the  Reformation  began,  the 
Bohemian  Brethren  were  among  the  first  to  hail  it ;  as  early  as  1522 
they  sent  messengers  to  Luther  to  wish  him  success.  Many  of  their 
finest  hymns  were  translated  into  German,  and  were  much  admired 
by  Luther.  This  hymn  is  therefore  especially  interesting,  traced  as 
it  is  to  the  early  dawn  of  the  Reformation. 

No.  120.  —  "All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus''  name.'1''  Edward  Perronet, 
died  1792.  About  the  year  1750  Perronet  was  the  Christian  brother 
and  companion  in  travel  of  Charles  Wesley.  He  is  said  to  have  been 
of  sharp  wit,  and  a  very  successful  minister.  Subsequently  he  preached 
at  Canterbury  for  the  Countess  of  Huntingdon  with  great  success. 
But  his  great  hostility  to  the  English  church  system,  at  length  gave 
offense  to  the  Countess.  He  is  believed  to  have  been  the  author  of 
"  The  Mitre,"  a  very  keen  satire  on  the  national  establishment.  He 
preached  until  his  death.  His  last  words  were,  "  Glory  to  God  in 
the  height  of  His  Divinity  ;  glory  to  God  in  the  depth  of  His  Human- 
ity ;  glory  to  God  in  His  all-sufficiency,  and  into  His  hands  I  commend 
my  spirit." 

No.  122.  —  "Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus."  John  Bakewell,  1721- 
18 19.  Bakewell  was  a  Wesleyan  local  preacher  in  England,  for  nearly 
seventy  years.  This  fervent  lyric  had  its  origin  in  the  revival  times 
of  the  Wesleys.  At  Bakewell's  house  Thomas  Olivers  is  said  to  have 
written  his  celebrated  hymn,  "  The  God  of  Abraham  praise."  Bake- 
well  wrote  a  letter  on  brotherly  love  which  was  published  after  he 
was  ninety  years  of  age.     He  had  been  intimately  associated  with  the 

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principal  religious  controversialists  at  a  period  when  controversies 
were  bitter. 

No.  130.  —  "  When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain."  Henry  Kirke 
White,  1 785-1806.  Though  in  very  humble  life  he  made  acquisitions 
in  knowledge  with  such  extraordinary  ability,  that  he  has  been  called 
the  "  Crichton  of  Nottingham.''''  His  excessive  studies,  pursued  too 
often  by  the  light  of  the  midnight  lamp,  gave  him  a  first  place  in  the 
University  of  Cambridge,  but  wasted  his  frail  body,  and  he  died  be- 
fore completing  his  twenty-third  year.  The  most  talented  poets  of 
England  were  his  enthusiastic  admirers.  This  hymn  becomes  of 
special  interest  when  regarded  as  a  record  of  his  own  progress  from 
skepticism  to  the  Christian  faith. 

No.  133.  —  "  To  Thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  God."  Ottiwell  Hegin- 
botham,  1744- 1768.  The  writer  was  a  young  clergyman  of  promise, 
settled  at  Sudbury,  England,  the  author  of  twenty-five  hymns.  A 
melancholy  interest  is  attached  to  them  from  the  fact  of  his  early 
death.  His  sensitive  nature  caused  him  to  fall  a  victim  to  party  dis- 
putes, and  his  earthly  career  closed  at  the  age  of  twenty-four. 

No.  135.  —  "One  there  is  above  all  others.'1''  John  Newton,  1725-1807. 
London  was  the  birthplace  of  this  eminent  servant  of  God,  "  Once  an 
infidel  and  libertine,  a  servant  of  slaves  in  Africa,"  as  he  wrote  of 
himself  in  his  epitaph.  Newton's  mother  was  a  pious  Dissenter,  and 
trained  her  son  carefully,  having  in  her  heart  that  he  would  be  one 
day  engaged  in  the  Christian  ministry,  —  a  work  to  which  she  had 
devoted  him.  The  wonderful  work  of  grace  whereby  this  once  infidel 
and  dissolute  sailor  was  transformed  to  a  humble  Christian,  and  sub- 
sequently to  an  effective  and  zealous  gospel  minister,  may  be  read, 
not  only  in  his  biography,  but  also  in  Newton's  hymns.  Perhaps  no 
hymns  "  teach  and  admonish,"  by  a  record  of  individual  experience, 
more  clearly  and  simply  than  these.  He  calls  them  "  the  fruit  and 
expression  of  his  own  experience."  For  many  years  he  faithfully 
served  in  the  gospel  at  Olney,  daily  consoling  the  suffering  Cowper, 
and  stimulating  him  to  useful  effort.  His  labors  only  ceased  with 
his  long  and  useful  life,  in  1802. 

No.  136.  —  "When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view"  Sir  Robert 
Grant,  1 785-1838.  The  author  was  a  member  of  the  British  Parlia- 
ment, a  brother  of  Lord  Glenelg,  a  privy  councilor,  and  subsequently 

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governor  of  Bombay.  This  affecting  Christian  hymn,  and  others  by 
the  same  author,  show  how  rich  a  vein  of  spiritual  life  sometimes 
flows  in  the  hearts  of  those  who  occupy  the  highest  positions  of 
worldly  honor  and  trust. 

No.  139.  —  "  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee"  Ray  Palmer,  D.  D.,  1830. 
This  universal  favorite,  we  are  informed,  was  written  at  a  time  when 
the  late  Dr.  Nettleton  was  preaching  with  great  success  in  the  Brick 
and  the  Murray  Street  Presbyterian  churches,  New  York.  It  was  a 
time  of  great  religious  interest.  This  hymn,  consecrated  at  that  junc- 
ture by  prayer  and  the  deepest  emotion,  has  proved  one  of  the  most 
useful  of  modern  times. 

No.  140.  —  " Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me."  Augustus  Montague  Top- 
lady,  1740-1778.  This  hymn  first  appeared  in  the  "Gospel  Maga- 
zine "  for  March,  1776,  which  its  author,  at  that  time,  edited.  He 
styled  it,  "  A  living  and  dying  prayer  for  the  holiest  believer  in  the 
world."  Toplady's  admirable  hymns  are  full  of  great  Scriptural  doc- 
trines, and  of  the  richest  and  deepest  experience  of  the  Christian  in 
the  use  of  them.  Montgomery  has  justly  said  of  them,  "  There  is  a 
peculiarly  ethereal  spirit  in  some  of  these,  in  which,  whether  mourn- 
ing or  rejoicing,  praying  or  praising,  the  writer  seems  absorbed  in  the 
full  triumph  of  faith."  And  he  adds,  that  though  his  poetic  torch  is 
inferior  in  breadth  and  volume  of  flame  to  Charles  Wesley's,  "  yet 
the  light  which  it  sheds  is  not  less  vivid  and  sparkling,  while  it  may 
be  said  to  be  more  delicate  to  the  eye  and  refreshing  to  the  spirits 
than  that  prodigality  of  radiance  which  the  rival  luminary  casts  alike 
on  everything  it  touched."  Yet  this  brilliant  genius  acknowledges 
that  after  long  sitting  under  the  means  of  grace  in  England,  he  was 
spiritually  awakened  in  an  obscure  part  of  Ireland,  amidst  a  handful 
of  God's  people  met  together  in  a  barn,  and  under  the  ministry  of  one 
Morris,  a  layman  who  could  hardly  spell  his  name.  Toplady  died  at 
the  early  age  of  thirty-eight,  full  of  faith  and  hope.  On  his  death-bed, 
when  told  that  his  pulse  was  weaker,  he  said,  "  Blessed  be  God,  this 
is  a  good  sign  ;  my  heart  beats  every  day  stronger  and  stronger  for 
glory." 

No.  143.  —  "  Thou  very  present  AidP  Charles  Wesley,  1708-1788. 
In  the  number  and  average  excellence  of  his  hymns  Charles  Wesley 
stands  first  in  the  whole  history  of  Christian  literature.  He  wrote 
about  five  thousand,  and  it  is  recorded  that  he  died  almost  in  the  act 

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of  poetical  composition.  He  was  a  scholar  of  classical  training,  and 
a  poet  of  decided  genius.  Watts'  hymns,  however,  are  preeminent 
in  exhibitions  of  the  helplessness  of  man  and  the  sovereignty  of  God. 
Wesley's  are  often  more  subjective  —  filled  with  impassioned  desire 
after  the  love  of  God,  and  abounding  in  exhortations  to  action,  and  in 
eloquent  appeals  and  warnings  to  Christians  and  the  world.  John 
Wesley  truly  said  of  his  brother's  hymns,  "  In  these  there  is  nothing 
put  in  to  patch  up  the  rhyme,  no  cant  expressions,  nothing  bombastic 
on  the  one  hand,  or  low  and  creeping  on  the  other.  Here  are  both 
the  purity,  the  strength,  and  the  elegance  of  the  English  language,  and 
at  the  same  time  the  utmost  simplicity  and  plainness,  suited  to  every 
capacity."  The  poet  Southey  says  of  Wesley's  hymns,  "  Perhaps  no 
poems  have  ever  been  so  devoutly  committed  to  memory  as  these,  nor 
so  often  quoted  on  a  death-bed."  This  hymn  was  written  for  widows. 
The  remarkable  words  in  it,  "triumphantly  distrest,"  remind  one  of 
the  death  of  his  sainted  mother.  John  Wesley,  in  giving  an  account 
of  that  event,  says,  "  We  stood  around  her  bed  and  fulfilled  her  last 
request  uttered  a  little  before  she  lost  her  speech,  '  Children,  as  soon 
as  I  am  released,  sing  a  psalm  of  praise  to  God.'  "  No.  90  has  been 
classed  by  a  high  Anglican  writer,  with  "  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,"  as 
above  all  Wesley's  other  productions.  No.  167,  "  O  for  a  thousand 
tongues  to  sing,"  written  for  the  anniversary  of  one's  conversion, 
commemorates  his  own  introduction  into  Christian  liberty.  He  relates 
that  it  was  not  until  two  years  after  he  had  gone  with  his  brother  on 
a  mission  to  Georgia,  that  he  had  the  first  grain  of  faith,  and  he 
acknowledges  the  spiritual  benefit  he  derived  from  a  poor  ignorant 
mechanic  named  Bray,  whom  he  describes  as  knowing  nothing  but 
Christ. 

No.  149.  —  "Fierce  was  the  wild  billow?''  Anatolius,  died  458 ;  trans- 
lated by  J.  M.  Neale.  This  is  one  of  Dr.  Mason  Neale's  happiest 
renderings  of  an  original  in  which  the  Scripture  account  of  Christ's 
stilling  the  waves  is  most  vividly  pictured,  and  skillfully  applied  to 
the  spiritual  life.  The  influence  of  Anatolius  was  pious  and  peaceful. 
His  compositions  are  few  and  short,  but  full  of  life  and  beauty,  so 
that  it  is  a  matter  of  wonder  and  regret  that  they  have  not  earlier 
been  introduced  into  our  hymnals. 

No.  155.—  "Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee."  Bernard  of  Clair- 
vaux,  1091-1153.  Bernard  was  son  of  a  nobleman  in  France,  and 
became  Abbot  of  Clairvaux,  a.  d.  i  i  16.    He  was  an  eloquent  preacher. 

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Even  kings  and  popes  received  his  advice  and  yielded  to  his  decisions. 
Luther  calls  him  "the  best  monk  that  ever  lived."  He  was  a  great 
theologian,  a  follower  of  Augustine  in  his  doctrines,  which  he  taught 
with  definiteness  and  held  with  decision.  He  was  earnest  in  effort, 
self-denying  in  life,  unsparing  in  censure  of  abuses  and  corruptions, 
and  full  of  zeal  for  what  he  believed  to  be  Christian  truth. 

No.  164.  —  "  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be."  Joseph  Grigg,  died  1768. 
This  hymn  is  remarkable  as  having  been  written  when  the  author  was 
ten  years  old.  It  was  published,  headed  "  Shame  of  Jesus  conquered 
by  love,  by  a  youth  of  ten  years."  Grigg  in  early  life  was  a  laboring 
mechanic.  Subsequently  he  entered  the  ministry,  and  became  pastor 
of  the  Silver  Street  church,  in  London.  He  was  described  as  a  friend 
of  the  poor,  the  charm  of  the  social  circle,  and  an  attractive  and  use- 
ful preacher. 

No.  173.  —  "Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God.''''  James  Boden,  1757-1841. 
For  nearly  forty-three  years  this  hymn-writer  was  pastor  of  the  church 
at  Queen's  Street,  Sheffield,  England.  When  a  boy,  he  resided  in  the 
house  at  Chester  where  the  eminent  commentator,  Matthew  Henry, 
once  resided ;  and  in  the  garden  where  he  played  there  was  a  sum- 
mer-house, where,  it  is  said,  a  large  part  of  the  commentary  was 
written.  This  admirable  lyric  breathes  forth  the  spirit  of  this  devoted 
pastor,  who  was  accustomed  to  preach  three  times  every  Sunday,  and 
was  indefatigable  in  promoting  the  interests  of  local  religious  and 
benevolent  institutions. 

No.  174.  — "  We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died.'''  Thomas  Kelly, 
1 769-1855.  Kelly  was  the  son  of  a  judge  in  Ireland,  and  was  liber- 
ally educated  for  the  bar.  Whilst  practicing  his  profession  he  enjoyed 
the  friendship  of  the  celebrated  Edmund  Burke.  After  a  marked 
religious  experience,  he  was  ordained  a  minister  of  the  Established 
Church,  in  1792.  With  others  as  evangelical  as  himself,  he  preached 
with  a  success  which  awakened  opposition.  Soon  after  his  ordination 
Mr.  Kelly  had  felt  scruples  about  his  connection  with  the  Established 
Church.  These  increased  with  his  extended  study  of  the  Scriptures, 
until  he  became  a  Dissenter,  not  from  persecution,  but  from  principle. 
Possessed  of  ample  means,  he  built  several  churches,  and  during  his 
very  long  life  he  was  the  patron  and  advocate  of  every  worthy,  benev- 
olent, and  religious  cause.  He  was  a  prolific  hymn-writer,  and  of  the 
calm,  subdued  power  of  this  hymn  Sir  Roundell  Palmer  speaks  in 

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unqualified  praise.  He  was  a  man  of  great  and  varied  learning,  and 
after  about  sixty  years'  active  experience,  he  testified  that  nothing  he 
had  seen  or  heard  had  in  the  least  changed  his  mind  as  to  the  grand 
truths  of  the  gospel.  He  said,  "  What  pacified  the  conscience  then, 
does  so  now.  What  gave  hope  then,  does  so  now.  Other  foundation 
can  no  man  lay  than  that  is  laid,  which  is  Jesus  Christ." 

No.  177—  "Come,  O  Creator- Spirit  blest!"  The  Veni,  Creator 
Spiritus,  from  the  age  of  Charlemagne  ;  translated  by  Rev.  Edward 
Caswall.  This  has  been  sung  at  the  consecration  of  popes,  electors, 
and  bishops,  and  at  regal  coronations,  for  probably  more  that  one 
thousand  years.  Informer  times  the  day  was  divided  into  eight  parts, 
and  a  service  was  held  at  the  end  of  each  period  of  three  hours ; 
it  is  said  that  this  hymn  was  then  sung  at  nine  o'clock  in  the  morn- 
ing, at  which  hour  the  Holy  Ghost  descended  on  the  day  of  Pentecost. 

No.  181.  —  "Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come."  Joseph  Hart,  1712-1768. 
Hart  was  a  native  of  London,  of  pious  parentage,  and  received  a  good 
education.  By  his  own  account,  there  was  a  period  of  nine  or  ten 
years  during  which  he  was  "  a  loose  backslider,  an  audacious  apostate, 
and  a  bold-faced  rebel."  He  even  went  so  far  as  to  publish  a  work 
on  "  The  Unreasonableness  of  Religion."  The  history  of  his  religious 
course  is  remarkable.  Like  Paul  he  commenced,  soon  after  his  con- 
version, to  preach  that  faith  he  had  endeavored  to  destroy.  He  wrote 
a  number  of  popular  hymns,  none  more  dear  to  the  church  than  this 
one. 

No.  211.  —  "Another  six  days'1  work  is  done.'1''  Joseph  Stennett,  D.  D., 
1663-1713.  Dr.  Stennett  was  pastor  of  a  Baptist  church  in  London. 
Although  his  family  was  large  and  his  remuneration  small,  he  refused 
all  offers  of  lucrative  preferment  in  the  church.  He  died  in  his  forty- 
ninth  year.  At  the  last  he  was  calm  and  confident,  saying  to  his 
friends,  "  I  rejoice  in  the  God  of  my  salvation,  who  is  my  strength  and 
my  God." 

No.  247.  —  "Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun"  Thomas  Ken, 
1637-1711.  Bishop  Ken  was  chaplain  to  Charles  II.,  and  attended 
that  dissolute  monarch  in  his  last  illness.  He  was  a  political  sufferer 
under  James  II.,  and  was  committed  to  the  Tower  for  refusing  to 
read  the  "  Declaration  of  Indulgence."  His  inflexibility  in  maintain- 
ing what  he  believed  to  be  right,  and  his  courage  in  reproving  kings 

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when  it  was  necessary,  made  him  many  and  powerful  enemies.  His 
two  hymns  on  morning  and  evening  were  serviceable  to  Whitefield  in 
his  college  life,  as  they  have  been  to  the  church  wherever  the  English 
language  is  spoken.  Their  closing  verse,  "  Praise  God,  from  whom 
all  blessings  flow,"  is  considered  a  masterpiece  of  amplification  and 
compression:  "Amplification,"  says  Montgomery,  "on  the  burden, 
1  Praise  God,'  repeated  in  each  line  ;  compression,  by  exhibiting 
God  as  the  object  of  praise  in  every  view  in  which  we  can  imagine 
praise  due  to  Him,  —  praise  for  'all  blessings,'  none  coming  from 
any  other  source  ;  praise  by  every  creature  '  here  below '  and  m 
1  heaven  above ; '  praise  to  Him  in  each  of  the  characters  in  which 
he  has  revealed  Himself  in  His  Word  — '  Father,  Son,  and  Holy 
Ghost.'"  Probably  there  is  no  other  verse  in  existence  that  is  so  often 
sung  by  Christians  of  all  denominations. 

No.  249.  —  "New  every  morning  is  the  loveP  John  Keble,  1827. 
Keble  was  the  author  ")f  the  most  popular  collection  of  hymns  of  this 
century.  His  poetry  is  of  a  very  high  order,  and  his  hymns  are  dis- 
tinguished for  their  great  refinement  of  taste.  Christians  of  every 
name  find  in  his  verses  a  happy  vein  of  piety,  and  the  most  spiritual 
doctrines  applied  to  the  common  duties  of  daily  life.  Few  of  his 
hymns,  however,  are  suited  to  congregational  singing,  yet  they  are 
eminently  profitable  for  reading  and  meditation.  The  cordial  recep- 
tion they  have  met  with  among  devout  Christians,  illustrates  the 
truth  that  great  benefit  may  be  derived  from  hymns  which  from  their 
nature  and  length  are  unfitted  for  congregational  singing.  Keble's 
"  Christian  Year  "  has  passed  through  nearly  one  hundred  editions 
since  1827.  He  himself  attributed  this  success  to  "strong  supplica- 
tion which  called  down  the  charm."  Keble  was  Vicar  of  Hursley, 
and  devoted  the  profits  of  his  works  to  rebuilding  and  adorning  the 
church.  Dr.  Arnold  and  Archbishop  Whately  were  among  his 
friends.  The  latter  described  him  as  an  "  eagle  in  chains,"  in  conse- 
quence of  his  extreme  devotion  to  his  ecclesiastical  system.  This 
devotion  doubtless  increased  what  it  is  said  his  constitutional  tem- 
perament fostered,  —  "a  calm,  melancholy,  resigned  view  regarding 
Christianity,"  quite  the  reverse  of  that  vigorous  and  cheerful  aspect 
presented  in  the  writings  of  Wesley,  Watts,  and  others,  who  were  not 
embarrassed  by  so  narrow  views  regarding  the  church. 

No.  250.  —  "When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies."  William 
Shrubsole,  1759-1829.     This  favorite  hymn,  sometimes  attributed  to 

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Sir  Robert  Grant,  was  written  by  Mr.  Shrubsole,  whose  early  life  was 
occupied  in  Sheerness  Dockyard.  He  rose  to  a  clerkship,  and  finally 
to  the  responsible  post  of  Secretary  of  the  Committee  of  the  Treas- 
ury in  the  Bank  of  England,  where  he  actively  employed  his  leisure 
hours  in  literary  pursuits  and  in  promoting  the  interests  of  great  relig- 
ious societies. 

No.  252.  —  "  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days?''  Philip  Doddridge, 
1 674-1 748.  This  author  was  one  of  the  most  successful  of  English 
hymn-writers.  Of  his  hymns,  three  hundred  and  sixty-four  in  number, 
Montgomery  says,  "  They  shine  in  the  beauty  of  holiness."  He  was 
in  deep  and  delightful  sympathy  with  his  friend,  Dr.  Watts.  His 
world-renowned  work,  "  The  Rise  and  Progress  of  Religion  in  the 
Soul,"  was  written  at  the  suggestion  of  Dr.  Watts,  whose  enfeebled 
health  did  not  admit  of  his  carrying  out  his  own  design,  but  who  was 
spared  to  revise  a  part  of  what  Dr.  Doddridge  had  written.  At  the 
age  of  twenty-seven,  Doddridge,  at  the  suggestion  of  Dr.  Watts  and 
others,  opened  an  academy  for  training  young  men  for  the  ministry. 
He  carried  on  this  work  while  pastor  of  a  church  in  Northampton, 
England,  until  the  end  of  his  useful  life,  producing  also  voluminous 
works  during  this  period.  About  two  hundred  students  received  their 
training  from  him,  of  whom  about  one  hundred  and  twenty  entered 
the  ministry.  This  hymn  may  be  read  autobiographically,  especially 
verse  3,  in  reference  to  the  peaceful  thankfulness  of  his  heart  when 
the  last  wave  of  his  life  was  ebbing  out  at  Lisbon,  where  he  died  of 
consumption,  at  the  age  of  forty-nine. 

No.  255.  —  "  /  love  to  steal  awhile  away"  Mrs.  Phcebe  H.  Brown, 
1783-1861.  The  origin  of  this  hymn  is  exceedingly  interesting.  It 
was  Mrs.  Brown's  habit  to  retire  some  distance  from  her  house  every 
day  at  a  certain  hour  for  meditation  and  prayer.  The  well-beaten 
path  to  the  woods  was  discovered,  and  she  was  ridiculed  by  some 
thoughtless  neighbor.  Her  son  (a  clergyman)  relates  the  fact  that 
this  beautiful  hymn  was  then  written,  expressive  of  her  love  of  the  hour 
and  the  place  of  prayer.  Gill's  hymn  (No.  399),  "Alone  with  Thee, 
with  Thee  alone,"  almost  unknown  to  our  churches,  is  of  similar 
character  and  beauty.     Mrs.  Brown  died  in  Illinois  in  1861. 

No.  263.  —  "The  day,  O Lord,  is  spent.'1''  John  Mason  Neale,  D.  D., 
1818-1866.  Learned  and  voluminous  as  a  writer,  Dr.  Neale  was  one 
of  the  most  devoted  promoters  of  the  modern  High  Church  movement 

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in  England.  He  has  rendered  to  all  branches  of  the  Christian  Church 
great  service  by  his  skillful  translations  of  the  mediaeval  hymns.  He 
was  warden  of  Sackville  College,  East  Grinstead.  His  life  was  di- 
vided between  excessive  literary  toil  and  exhausting  labors  of  piety 
and  benevolence.  He  founded  a  Nursing  Sisterhood,  and  promoted 
the  establishment  of  Cottage  Hospitals.  A  clergyman  who  knew 
him  well,  concludes  a  high  tribute  to  his  memory  by  saying:  "  Of  all 
his  teachings,  and  all  his  elevating  of  the  spiritual  intellect,  the  most 
edifying  to  my  own  soul  was  when  I  saw  him,  in  his  last  illness,  laying 
in  the  dust  all  his  works  and  all  his  talents,  and  casting  himself,  as  a 
little  child,  only  on  the  atoning  work  of  Jesus  Christ."  Thus  the 
prayer  in  the  third  verse  of  his  beautiful  translation  from  Anatolius 
(Hymn  No.  149)  was  answered  in  his  own  case. 

No.  265.  —  "  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing."  James  Edmes- 
ton,  1 791-1867.  James  Edmeston,  occupying  the  position  of  a  Lon- 
don architect,  yet  found  time  to  become  one  of  the  largest  contributors 
to  our  recent  hymnology.  There  is  peculiar  sweetness  in  his  verses. 
This  hymn  was  for  years  used  at  the  close  of  service  in  the  church  at 
Homerton,  which  Mr.  E.  attended.     He  died  in  1867. 

No.  266.  —  "  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go."  Frederick  William 
Faber,  D.  D.,  1815-1863.  The  hymns  and  poems  of  this  eminent 
sacred  poet  are  second  to  none  in  sentiment  and  beauty.  Many  of 
his  verses  express  the  best  thoughts  and  feelings  of  Christians  of  all 
denominations.  His  hymns  were  written  in  the  devout  and  grateful 
spirit  he  exhibits  in  their  preface.  He  says,  "  It  is  an  immense  mercy 
of  God  to  allow  any  one  to  do  the  least  thing  which  brings  souls 
nearer  to  Him."  Faber  was  a  graduate  of  Oxford,  and  took  orders 
in  the  English  Church.  In  1846  he  became  a  Roman  Catholic,  his 
secession  being  a  sudden  act,  arising  from  a  feeling  that  he  lacked 
priestly  efficacy  in  the  community  to  which  he  belonged.  Dr.  Faber 
seems  to  partake  of  the  spirit  of  the  most  pious  monks  of  the  mediae- 
val period,  when  "  religion  shut  itself  up  in  cloisters  for  very  heart- 
sickness."     He  says  of  the  thought  of  God,  — 

"  Mostly  in  hours  of  gloom  thou  comest, 
When  sadness  makes  us  lowly, 
As  though  thou  wert  the  echo  sweet 
Of  humble  melancholy." 

And  again,  among  his  numerous  references  to  death  as  most  desira- 
ble,— 

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"  How  sweet  to  feel,  each  month  that  goes, 
That  life  must  soon  be  done  I  " 

This  accords  well  with  Bernard's  "  De  Contemptu  Mundi,"  and  is  in 
marked  contrast  with  that  vigorous,  hopeful  tone  common  among 
Protestants,  demanded  by  the  entire  current  of  Scripture,  and  evoked 
by  the  activities  of  this  19th  century. 

No.  307.  —  From  the  cross  uplifted  high.''''  Thomas  Haweis,  1732- 
1820.  Dr.  Haweis  was  a  popular  English  preacher,  and  at  one  time 
chaplain  to  the  Countess  of  Huntingdon.  By  reading  Captain  Cook's 
account  of  his  voyage  to  the  South  Seas,  his  mind  was  much  affected, 
and  he  desired  that  a  missionary  should  be  sent  to  Tahiti.  He  be- 
came one  of  the  founders  of  the  London  Missionary  Society.  He 
composed  two  hundred  and  fifty-six  hymns,  and  desired  that  the 
whole  congregation  should  unite  with  the  voice  of  joy  and  praise  in 
worship.  Of  his  hymns  he  said,  "They  are  such  as  my  heart  indited, 
and  they  speak  of  the  things  which  I  have  believed  concerning  my 
God  and  King.  They  all  point  to  one  object,  and  lead  to  one  end,  — 
to  a  crucified  Jesus." 

No.  328.  —  "  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh."  Cornelius  Elven, 
born  1797.  This  excellent  hymn  was  written  to  be  used  with  the 
revival  sermons  Mr.  Elven  was  preaching.  During  the  forty-seven 
years  of  his  pastorate  at  Bury  St.  Edmunds,  his  devoted  labors  have 
been  crowned  with  a  very  great  blessing.  The  church  increased  from 
forty  members  to  over  six  hundred,  illustrating  the  fact  how  useful  his 
life  may  be  who  wisely  devotes  it  to  the  cultivation  of  a  single  field. 

No.  338.  —  "0  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  away.''''  John  Mardley,  1562. 
This  quaint  hymn  of  the  early  days  of  English  hymnology  is  still  a 
favorite  in  Scotland.  It  is  attributed  to  John  Mardley,  and  its  author 
entitled  it,  "  The  Lamentation  of  a  Sinner." 

No.  350.  —  "  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea."  Charlotte  Elliott,  1833. 
Miss  Elliott  resided  at  Torquay  and  at  Brighton,  England,  whose 
neighborhoods  cherish  her  memory,  having  been  benefited  by  her 
piety  and  her  benefactions.  Her  aim  in  hymn-writing  was  usefulness 
in  Christ's  service,  and  God  greatly  blessed  her  labors.  The  beauti- 
ful lines  of  Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte,  expressive  of  his  own  desires, 
were  equally  applicable  to  Miss  Elliott :  — 

"  Might  verse  of  mine  inspire 

One  virtuous  aim,  one  high  resolve  impart  — 

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Light  in  one  drooping  soul  a  hallowed  fire, 
Or  bind  one  broken  heart  ; 

Death  would  be  sweeter  then, 

More  calm  my  slumber  'neath  the  silent  sod, 

Might  I  thus  live  to  bless  my  fellow-men, 
Or  glorify  my  God." 

No.  361.  —  "O  Lord,  Thy  heavenly  grace  impart."  John  Frederic 
Oberlin,  1 740-1826.  Oberlin  devoted  his  life  to  one  field,  a  quiet 
parish  (Steinthal),  in  a  mountainous  district  in  the  northeast  part  of 
France.  He  found  his  parishioners  few,  ignorant,  poor,  and  for  the 
most  part  irreligious.  During  a  course  of  years,  by  attending  alike 
to  their  material  and  spiritual  wants,  he  had  the  happiness  of  seeing 
them  raised  in  every  respect,  till  they  had  become  a  model  people. 
He  lived  to  see  his  people  increase  fivefold.  They  were  everywhere 
spoken  of  for  their  piety  and  moral  excellence,  as  well  as  for  their  out- 
ward prosperity.  Distinguished  philosophers  and  divines  went  from 
various  countries  to  learn  the  secret  of  his  success,  the  grounds  of 
which  lay  first  in  that  self-dedication  he  has  well  expressed  in  this 
hymn,  and  in  the  cooperation  of  devoted  assistants,  —  some  of  whom 
were  women,  —  and  who  had  caught  his  own  spirit  of  holy  zeal  and 
earnest  piety. 

No.  364. — "Lord,  L  am  Thine,  entirely  Thitie"  Rev.  Samuel  Da- 
vies,  1 724-1 76 1.  A  religious  movement  began  in  Virginia  about  the 
year  1740,  chiefly  through  the  reading  by  a  wealthy  planter  of  a  few 
leaves  of  "  Boston's  Fourfold  State."  To  meet  the  spirit  of  inquiry, 
Rev.  William  Robinson,  of  the  Presbytery  of  New  Brunswick,  preached 
to  the  people.  He  declined  to  receive  a  present  of  money,  but  the 
grateful  people  insisted,  putting  it  into  his  saddle-bags.  At  length  he 
accepted  the  money,  and  devoted  it  to  the  training  of  young  Davies, 
who  became,  not  only  a  zealous  and  able  minister,  but  also  the  succes- 
sor of  Jonathan  Edwards,  as  President  of  Princeton  College,  in  1759. 
He  died  at  the  early  age  of  thirty-six,  having  written  many  sermons 
that  were  published,  and  several  hymns  admirable  for  unity,  compre- 
hensiveness, simplicity,  and  force. 

No.  367.  —  "Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing?''  Rev.  Walter  Shir- 
ley, 1725-1786.  Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter  Shirley  was  of  a  noble  family 
in  England.  He  was  the  friend  of  Whitefield  and  Wesley,  and  the 
cousin  and  friend  of  the  pious  Countess  of  Huntingdon,  in  whose 
chapels  he  often  preached.     Like  other  devoted  men  in  his  day,  he 

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was  opposed  by  the  clergy,  because  of  his  sympathy  with  the  great 
Methodist  movement,  and  because  of  his  devotion  to  Evangelical 
doctrine.  He  preached  when  he  was  no  longer  able  to  leave  his 
house,  and  derived  his  comforts  from  that  Source  to  which  he  pointed 
others  in  this  hymn. 

No.  397.  —  "  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast."  Benjamin  Beddome, 
1 71 7-^795.  Beddome  was  pastor  of  the  Baptist  church  at  Bourton 
on  the  Water,  Gloucestershire,  England.  Both  Montgomery  and 
Robert  Hall  speak  of  him  as  a  writer  worthy  of  honor  for  the  quantity 
and  quality  of  his  hymns.  Like  many  hymns  which  at  first  are  not 
very  attractive,  they  become  impressive  and  useful  on  closer  acquaint- 
ance. A  single  idea,  often  brought  out  with  the  terseness  and  sim- 
plicity of  the  Greek  epigram,  constitutes  the  basis  of  each  piece. 

No.  402.  — "Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds:''  John  Fawcett,  D.  D., 
1739-1817.  Fawcett  was  brought  up  in  the  Established  Church  of 
England,  but  left  it  after  becoming  a  convert  under  one  of  Whitefield's 
sermons.  He  became  pastor  of  the  Baptist  church  at  Wainsgate. 
This  favorite  hymn  has  its  history.  When  the  attractions  of  a  London 
pulpit  with  an  increased  salary  had  been  offered  him,  Dr.  Fawcett 
declined  the  tempting  offer,  concluding  to  yield  to  the  wishes  of  his 
poor  but  loving  people,  though  every  arrangement  had  been  made  for 
his  removal.  This  hymn  was  the  product  of  these  circumstances,  and 
was  written  by  the  author  to  commemorate  the  tie  of  affection  that 
bound  pastor  and  people  so  closely  together. 

No.  419.  —  "Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee"  Sarah  Flower  Adams,  1805- 
1849.  Mrs.  Adams  was  the  daughter  of  Benjamin  Flower,  an  editor 
at  Cambridge,  England.  Her  mother  was  a  lady  of  talent.  The 
daughter  was  a  person  of  strong  sense  and  great  religious  earnest- 
ness, and  produced  a  deep  impression  on  those  who  met  with  her. 
Attentions  to  a  beloved  sister  during  protracted  illness  enfeebled  her 
own  health.  Ere  long  she  succumbed,  as  her  sister  had  done,  to  pul- 
monary disease,  almost  her  last  breath  bursting  into  unconscious  song. 
Her  hymns  touchingly  reflect  her  states  of  mind.  This  one  reminds 
us  of  David's  yearning  after  God  in  the  63d  Psalm.  No.  462,  "  He 
sendeth  sun,  He  sendeth  shower,"  derives  great  interest  when  re- 
garded as  the  expression  of  her  own  resigned  frame  of  mind  in  view 
of  trials. 


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No.  421.  —  "Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide.''''  Henry  Francis 
Lyte,  1 793-1847.  The  author  relates  the  fact  that  he  was  worldly  and 
a  stranger  to  vital  religion  up  to  a  period  three  years  subsequent  to 
his  entering  the  ministry  of  the  Church  of  England  ;  but  in  the  year 
1818  he  was  sent  for  by  a  neighboring  clergyman,  who  felt  that  he 
was  dying,  and  who  also  felt,  to  his  great  distress,  that  he  was  unpar- 
doned and  unprepared.  Together  they  pored  over  the  Scriptures, 
and  together  came  to  the  knowledge  of  Christian  doctrine,  and  to  the 
possession  of  Christian  peace.  "  He  died,"  says  Lyte,  "happy  under 
the  belief  that  though  he  had  deeply  erred,  there  was  One  whose 
death  and  sufferings  would  atone  for  his  delinquencies,  and  be  accepted 
for  all  that  he  had  incurred."  And  he  adds,  "I  was  greatly  affected 
by  the  whole  matter,  and  brought  to  look  at  life  and  its  issues  with  a 
different  eye  than  before,  and  I  began  to  study  my  Bible  and  preach 
in  another  manner  than  I  had  previously  done."  Lyte  was  a  true 
poet,  singing  while  strength  lasted,  to  the  end  of  a  useful  life,  which 
was  cut  short  by  pulmonary  disease.  It  is  related  that  in  the  autumn 
of  1847,  just  before  taking  his  final  journey  to  Nice,  he  made  an  effort 
to  preach  to  his  congregation  at  Lower  Brixham,  Devon,  once  more  ; 
that  he  addressed  them  his  solemn  parting  words,  and  administered 
to  them  the  Lord's  Supper,  and  on  retiring  to  rest  presented  to  a 
dear  relative  this  hymn,  now  so  precious  to  the  church,  with  the 
music  he  had  adapted  to  it.  It  is  the  true  utterance  of  a  heart  deeply 
feeling  the  need  of  Christ's  presence,  and  strong  in  the  confidence 
that  it  will  not  be  denied.  Francis  T.  Palgrave,  in  a  late  review  of 
hymns,  states  that  the  finest  judge  of  English  poetry,  and  the  greatest 
English  poet  of  our  times,  told  him  that  he  considered  this  hymn 
almost  perfect. 

No.  435.  —  "O  Thou  whose  sacred  feet  have  trod."  James  D.  Burns, 
1823-1864.  Burns  was  pastor  of  the  Free  Church  at  Dunblane, 
Scotland.  His  sufferings  have  given  a  sweetly  subdued  tone  to  his 
verses.  After  a  pastorate  of  two  years,  he  was  obliged  to  leave  for 
Madeira,  on  account  of  pulmonary  disease.  Again  thereafter,  his 
beloved  associations  were  broken  by  the  same  cause.  This  hymn 
directs  like  sufferers  to  the  Source  whence  he  derived  consolation. 
After  various  successful  literary  efforts,  he  died  of  consumption  in 
the  south  of  France,  at  the  age  of  forty-one. 

No.  451. —  "  Father,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss."  Anne  Steele,  1716- 
1778.      Anne  Steele  was  the  daughter  of  a  Baptist  clergyman,  in 

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Hampshire,  England.  The  family  were  of  good  talents  and  means, 
which  they  devoted  unreservedly  to  the  cause  of  Christ.  She  was  a 
sufferer  from  early  life ;  was  afflicted  with  the  saddest  bereavement 
in  early  womanhood,  and  was  confined  to  her  home  by  sickness  dur- 
ing her  latter  years.  She  bore  all  with  the  resignation  so  beautifully 
expressed  in  this  hymn,  and  her  last  triumphant  words  were,  "  I 
know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth."  She  permitted  her  hymns  (one 
hundred  and  forty-four  in  number)  to  be  published,  with  the  under- 
standing that  the  profits  were  to  go  to  benevolent  objects.  It  is  be- 
lieved that  no  woman,  and  but  few  men,  ever  wrote  so  many  hymns 
that  have  been  generally  acceptable  in  the  church  as  did  Miss  Steele. 

No.  459.  —  "My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt.''''  Benjamin  Schmolke, 
1672-1737;  translated  by  Jane  Borthwick.  Schmolke  was  a  German 
pastor  in  Silesia.  He  wrote  more  than  one  thousand  hymns  :  many 
of  them  are  said  to  have  a  peculiar  depth  and  warmth,  and  to  be  of 
imperishable  worth.  The  resignation  he  expresses  in  this  hymn  is 
better  appreciated  when  the  fact  is  known  that  besides  other  losses, 
he  was  afflicted  with  partial  paralysis  and  the  loss  of  sight,  and  that 
he  was  consequently  obliged  to  desist  from  preaching,  —  the  work  in 
which  he  delighted. 

No.  461.  —  "Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care."  Richard  Baxter,  1615- 
1691.  Baxter's  ministry  at  Kidderminster  was  one  of  the  most  active 
the  world  has  ever  seen.  His  preaching  was  intensely  earnest,  and 
as  practical  as  it  was  spiritual ;  and  his  own  prayerful  and  self-denying 
life  bore  witness  to  what  he  preached.  He  was  an  advocate  of  union 
between  ministers  of  different  denominations,  and  earnest  in  the  mis- 
sionary cause  when  few  had  begun  to  favor  it.  The  above  hymn  is 
part  of  a  longer  poem  entitled,  "  The  Covenant  and  Confidence  of 
Faith."  It  is  evidently  the  composition  of  an  afflicted,  persecuted  man. 
He  suffered  imprisonment  for  his  "  Paraphrase  of  the  New  Testa- 
ment," was  uncertain  even  of  life,  yet  he  leaned  on  God,  and  hoped  for 
heaven.  His  calm  courage  showed  that  he  possessed  the  martyr 
spirit.  There  is  the  following  note  at  the  end  of  this  hymn  :  "  This 
covenant  my  dear  wife,  in  her  former  sickness,  subscribed  with  a  cheerful 
will.''''  Baxter's  end  was  calm  and  triumphant.  When  asked,  during 
his  last  illness,  how  he  did,  his  reply  was,  "  Almost  well." 

No.  464.  —  "Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah  ! '"  William  Williams, 
17 1 7-1 79 1.      The   author  of  this  powerful   hymn   was   an  itinerant 

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preacher  of  the  Welsh  Calvinistic  Methodist  connection.  In  this 
capacity  he  labored  for  nearly  half  a  century,  incessantly  hastening 
from  place  to  place  in  every  part  of  the  principality,  to  preach  the 
gospel  to  listening  thousands.  His  sermons,  warm  with  his  own 
fervor,  bright  with  the  vivid  picturing  of  his  lively  imagination,  and 
always  radiant  with  the  presence  of  his  Divine  Master,  produced  a 
most  powerful  effect  upon  his  countrymen.  He  was  also  a  great 
power  for  good  in  the  private  society -,  or  church  meetings,  held  weekly, 
in  which  there  was  opportunity  for  conversation  upon  religious  expe- 
rience, and  for  sympathy  and  counsel.  He  was  called  the  Watts  oi 
Wales,  and  was  as  much  celebrated  for  his  poetry  in  his  native 
tongue,  as  for  his  talent  and  usefulness  in  preaching  the  gospel. 

No.  466. — "O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  contents  Jeanne  B.  De  la 
Motte  Guion,  1648-17 17.  Severe  trials  in  early  life  brought  to  Ma- 
dame Guion  deep  religious  experiences,  which  resulted  in  her  becom- 
ing a  prominent  advocate  of  Quietism,  —  a  mystic  system,  characterized 
by  the  importance  it  attaches  to  the  peaceful  prosperity  of  the  per- 
sonal spiritual  life,  and  by  the  meditative  means  it  takes  to  promote 
that  prosperity.  Fenelon  defended  and  Bossuet  opposed  her  doc- 
trines. She  was  imprisoned  for  her  Protestant  tendencies,  for  a  period 
of  eight  months,  in  a  convent  in  Paris,  in  1688.  She  was  imprisoned 
again  in  1695,  and  again  in  1698  in  the  Bastile,  from  which  gloomy 
dungeon  she  was  taken  in  1702  to  be  banished  to  Blois.  This  hymn 
expresses  her  content  and  resignation  under  all  these  trials.  She 
died  in  peaceful  triumph  at  the  age  of  seventy. 

No.  473.  —  "Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom.''''  J.  Henry 
Newman,  D.  D.  This  is  by  the  celebrated  Dr.  Newman,  who,  with 
Dr.  Pusey,  was  leader  of  the  High  Church  party  in  England.  In  1845 
he  passed  into  the  Roman  Catholic  Church.  This  hymn  possesses 
autobiographic  interest.  It  was  written  twelve  years  before  he  be- 
came a  Roman  Catholic,  when  its  author  was  on  a  voyage  to  the 
Mediterranean.  He  had  just  been  overtaken  by  sickness,  and  his 
soul  was  passing  through  remarkable  experiences  whilst  he  watched 
with  deep  interest  the  religious  movements  going  on  in  England. 

No.  485.  —  "  Llove  thy  kingdom,  Lord."  Timothy  Dwight,  D.  D., 
1752-1817.  Under  the  presidency  of  Dr.  Dwight  (1795-1800),  Yale 
College  rose  to  the  highest  renown.  The  number  of  students  was 
more  than  doubled ;  the  standard  of  education  was  maintained  at  a 

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great  height ;  infidelity,  which  had  been  gaining  ground,  was  effectu- 
ally checked  ;  and  the  students  felt  that  they  had  in  their  president  a 
personal  Christian  friend,  as  well  as  a  prince  of  preceptors.  Dr. 
Dwight  was  equally  celebrated  for  the  variety  of  his  attainments,  the 
power  of  his  genius,  and  the  fervor  of  his  piety ;  for  his  usefulness  as  a 
minister,  his  ability  as  a  writer,  his  skill  as  a  teacher,  and  his  unwaver- 
ing zeal  for  the  cause  of  God.  This  hymn  has  proved  of  immense 
advantage  to  the  church  and  a  great  comfort  to  private  Christians. 
A  member  of  the  Brick  Church,  New  York,  of  advanced  age  and 
ripe  Christian  character,  expressed  great  delight  in  her  last  illness, 
on  hearing  (apparently  for  the  first  time)  the  following  comforting 
stanzas : — 

"  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King  ! 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

"  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  fairest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven." 

She  was  no  less  surprised  to  learn  that  they  formed  a  most  important 
part  of  this  very  familiar  hymn  of  Dr.  Dwight ;  but  having  been  ex- 
cluded from  "  Watts  and  Select,"  the  book  she  had  used  for  years, 
they  were  as  strangely  new  as  they  were  delightfully  comforting  to 
her.     With  astonishment  she  exclaimed,  "  Why  did  they  omit  these 


No.  486.  —  "  Lo,  God  is  here!  let  us  adore."  Gerhard  Tersteegen  ; 
translated  by  John  Wesley,  1697-1769.  Tersteegen  was  the  son  of  a 
godly  tradesman  of  Westphalia.  His  father  died  during  the  son's 
infancy,  and  the  circumstances  of  the  mother  caused  her  to  appren- 
tice him  at  the  age  of  fifteen.  His  religious  experience  was  deep  and 
remarkable.  He  endeavored  to  make  his  subsequent  renouncement 
of  the  world  and  devotion  of  himself  to  God  perfect  and  entire.  His 
relatives,  who  seem  to  have  been  prosperous  in  worldly  affairs,  were 
at  one  time  so  ashamed  of  this  poor  and  peculiar  member  of  the  fam- 
-ily,  that  they  refused  even  to  hear  his  name  mentioned  ;  and  when  he 
was  sick,  he  suffered  great  privations.  Yet  he  rose  from  being  a 
ribbon-weaver  to  a  life  of  eminent  usefulness  as  a  teacher  and  preacher. 
He  became  a  philanthropist,  devoting  himself  unreservedly  to  works 
of  Christian  usefulness.  His  house,  which  received  the  name  of  the 
"  Pilgrim's  Cottage,"  became  the  resort  of  multitudes  from  his  own 
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and  other  countries.  Tersteegen  belonged  to  the  Reformed  German 
Church.  He  has  been  justly  called  the  greatest  poet  of  the  mystical 
school  of  the  17th  and  18th  centuries. 

No.  488.  —  "0  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace."  Ambrose,  340-397  ; 
translated  by  J.  Chandler.  Ambrose  obtained  great  distinction  at  the 
bar,  and  was  consular  prefect  in  the  province  where  Milan  was  situ- 
ated, before  he  became  eminent  as  an  ecclesiastic.  He  was  celebrated 
for  the  talent  and  justice  displayed  in  his  rules  and  decisions.  In  the 
/ear  374,  the  citizens  of  Milan  chose  him  their  bishop  by  popular 
acclamation,  in  which  position  he  firmly  maintained  the  truth  against 
the  doctrines  of  the  Arians.  At  first  he  shrank  from  the  high  respon- 
sibility of  office  in  the  church,  but  subsequently  gave  himself  unre- 
servedly to  the  work.  Ambrose  introduced  the  Greek  system  of  music 
into  the  great  church  of  Milan  in  the  year  386.  A  true  instinct  taught 
him  to  adopt  for  his  hymns  the  most  rhythmical  form  of  Latin  verse, 
and  for  his  tunes  a  popular  and  congregational  style  of  melody.  In 
reply  to  some  who  charged  him  with  leading  away  the  people  by  the 
singing  of  hymns,  Ambrose  said,  "  A  grand  thing  is  that  singing,  and 
nothing  can  stand  before  it.  For  what  can  be  more  telling  than  that 
confession  of  the  Trinity  which  a  whole  population  utters,  day  by 
day?  For  all  are  eager  to  proclaim  their  faith,  and  in  measured 
strains  have  learned  to  confess  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost."  One 
tune  from  the  Ambrosian  period  is  still  preserved  in  Germany.  It  is 
a  simple,  dignified,  and  somewhat  quaint  melody,  —  No.  72  in  the 
Chorale-Book  for  England.  The  Nicene  period,  in  which  he  flourished, 
is  looked  back  to  by  some  with  an  undue  reverence,  as  exemplifying 
the  true  character  of  the  church ;  and  yet  in  the  teachings  of  Ambrose 
we  find  the  germs  of  those  pernicious  errors  which  have  corrupted 
the  Roman  Church,  such  as  regard  for  relics,  praise  of  celibacy  and 
monasticism,  and  the  assertion  of  extravagant  prelatical  pretensions. 
This  illustrates  the  important  truth  that  "  it  is  an  error  to  select  any 
one  ecclesiastical  period  as  the  model  for  all  time,  and  any  one  church 
as  the  ideal  of  all  churches." 

No.  494.  —  "Front  distant  corners  of  our  land"  W.  L.  Alexander, 
D.  D.  Dr.  Alexander  is  pastor  of  Argyle  Chapel,  Edinburgh,  Scot- 
land. He  is  a  man  of  extensive  and  various  learning.  He  is  espe- 
cially skilled  in  languages  and  in  Biblical  literature,  and  he  is  one  of 
the  most  voluminous  and  scholarly  of  living  writers.  This  good  hymn 
was  written  some  years  ago  for  the  annual  meeting  of  the  Congrega- 

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tional  Union  of  Scotland,  and  is  generally  sung  on  that  occasion.  It 
is  exactly  adapted  for  a  meeting  of  ministers  from  remote  parts,  but 
one  in  purpose  and  heart. 

No.  497.  —  "Father  of  heaven,  who  hast  created  all"  Albert  Knapp, 
1 798-1 864.  Hymnology  owes  much  to  Albert  Knapp,  whom  Kiibler 
describes  as  "  one  of  the  most  important,  fertile,  and  talented  sacred 
poets  of  modern  days."  He  was  born  in  Tubingen,  and  spent  his 
childhood  in  the  Black  Forest.  There  nature's  charms  fostered  and 
developed  the  latent  powers  of  his  genius.  He  studied  theology,  but 
he  was  at  first  a  poet  rather  than  a  divine;  and  gave  his  heart  to 
Goethe  and  Shakespeare.  An  evangelical  preacher  at  Stuttgart  was 
the  means  of  his  giving  his  heart  to  Christ,  its  true  Master  and  Sav- 
iour. He  subsequently  became  minister  of  the  Hospital  Church  in 
Stuttgart.  Besides  producing  his  own  model  hymns,  and  translating 
hymns  from  other  languages  into  German,  he  published  a  work  con- 
taining three  thousand  German  hymns  of  various  dates,  with  brief 
notices  of  their  authors.  The  value  of  this  work,  whereby  Christians 
were  brought  more  into  sympathy  with  hymn-writers,  and  were  made 
acquainted  with  the  origin  of  their  hymns,  was  very  great.  This  per- 
fect baptismal  hymn  was  written  for  the  baptism  of  the  author's  own 
children,  and  was  translated  into  English  by  Catherine  Winkworth. 

No.  516.  —  "Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee?"  James  George 
Deck,  1837.  Mr.  Deck  was  an  officer  of  the  English  army  on  field 
service  in  India,  in  1829.  He  returned  on  account  of  failing  health, 
and  became  a  minister,  and  is  now  residing  in  New  Zealand.  This 
hymn  is  of  great  excellence.  It  is  itself  a  model  of  unity,  while  speak- 
ing eloquently  of  the  higher  Christian  unity. 

No.  520. — "From  Greenland's  icy  mountains?''  Reginald  Heber, 
1 783-1826.  The  hymns  of  Bishop  Heber  are  dear  to  every  section 
of  the  Christian  Church, —  elegant  in  structure,  flowing  in  rhythm,  and 
charged  with  Christian  sentiment.  This  favorite  hymn  was  written 
by  him  in  1819,  on  the  Saturday  preceding  the  Sabbath  on  which  his 
father-in-law  was  to  preach  in  aid  of  missions,  and  Bishop  Heber  was 
to  follow  with  a  lecture  in  the  evening.  Impelled  by  missionary  zeal, 
he  accepted  the  bishopric  of  Calcutta  in  1823.  The  extraordinary  ex- 
tent of  his  diocese,  which  included  more  than  the  whole  of  India,  laid 
so  heavy  a  burden  upon  him,  that  in  three  short  years  it  sunk  him  to 
the  grave. 

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No.  536.  —  "Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed.'1''  James  Montgomery, 
1 771-1854.  Montgomery  has  been  called  the  "  Cowper  of  the  19th 
century."  He  was  the  son  of  a  Moravian  minister.  Both  parents 
died  while  on  a  mission  to  the  West  Indies,  and  the  son  was  relig- 
iously educated  by  Moravians  of  ardent  piety.  Like  Cowper  he  never 
married,  and  was  so  distrustful  of  his  piety  that  he  never  made  a 
public  profession  of  religion  until  his  forty-third  year.  He  then  united 
with  the  Moravians.  Montgomery  early  recognized  his  own  bent,  and 
sought  to  serve  the  church  as  a  poet  rather  than  as  a  clergyman.  For 
thirty-one  years  he  was  editor  of  the  "  Iris,"  at  Sheffield,  England, 
where  his  liberal  and  tolerant  views  brought  him  into  disfavor  with 
the  government.  He  suffered  by  fine  and  imprisonment  in  conse- 
quence of  an  article  on  the  "  Fall  of  the  Bastile."  With  his  pen  he 
aided  the  abolition  of  slavery  and  was  deeply  interested  in  missions 
and  other  benevolent  objects.  The  memories  connected  with  this 
hymn  are  precious.  It  was  repeated  by  the  poet  at  the  close  of  a 
Wesleyan  missionary  meeting  in  1^22,  where  Adam  Clark,  who  pre- 
sided, begged  the  MS.  and  put  this  noble  piece,  with  the  Psalm  it  is 
a  rendering  of,  in  his  "  Commentaries."  Among  the  finest  of  Mont- 
gomery's lyrics  is  that  beginning  "  A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief." 
One  of  the  oldest  and  most  respected  of  our  city  clergymen  lately  ex- 
pressed his  intense  delight  and  deep  emotion  in  having  just  met  for 
the  first  time  the  whole  of  this  hymn.  Like  that  of  Wesley,  "  Come, 
O  Thou  Traveller  unknown,"  which  was  the  admiration  of  Dr.  Watts, 
it  is  too  long  for  insertion  among  Congregational  hymns.  Each  are 
inserted  in  mutilated  forms,  in  some  collections,  but  their  effect  is  lost 
by  the  mutilations.  Both  may  be  found  in  Sir  Roundell  Palmer's 
"  Book  of  Praise."  Montgomery  as  a  poet  followed  no  leader,  but 
sought  to  meet  the  requirements  of  worshippers.  When  advanced 
in  years  and  seriously  ill  he  placed  in  the  hands  of  his  friend  Dr. 
Holland,  transcripts  of  his  original  hymns  to  be  read  to  him.  But  as 
the  poet  became  much  affected,  the  doctor  was  about  to  desist,  when 
Montgomery  said,  "  Read  on,  I  am  glad  to  hear  you.  The  words 
recall  the  feelings  which  first  suggested  them,  and  it  is  good  for  me  to 
be  affected  and  humbled  by  the  terms  in  which  I  have  endeavored  to 
provide  for  the  expression  of  similar  feelings  in  others." 

No.  545.  —  "  The  hours  of  evening  close.'"  Joan  Elizabeth  Conder, 
1833.  This  hymn,  valuable  from  any  author,  has  a  new  beauty  when 
we  accept  it  from  a  Christian  mother,  who  from  principle  applied  her- 
self to  home  duties,  when  her  talents  invited  her  to  an  easy  and  more 

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brilliant  course.  The  "forms  of  outward  care"  and  the  "thought  for 
many  things,"  the  flock  which  the  "guardian  Shepherd"  would  "fold 
to  sleep,"  all  were  realities  to  her  as  they  will  be  to  many  who  partake 
of  her  Christian,  spirit. 

No.  552.—"'  Tis  a  point  I long  to  know.''''  John  Newton,  1770.  A 
hymn  book  to  be  most  useful  may  properly  include  some  lyrics  better 
adapted  to  aid  in  the  duty  of  meditation  than  they  are  for  ordinary 
congregational  singing,  just  as  the  "Hebrew  Psalter,"  the  best  of 
hymn  books,  the  best  of  prayer  books,  and  the  most  suggestive  guide 
in  self-examination,  contains  some  poems  preeminently  fitted  for  pri- 
vate use.  Says  Rev.  H.  Venn,  a  deeply  experimental  and  solid  di- 
vine, "I  have  often  had  recourse  to  the  119th  Psalm  when  I  could 
find  no  spirit  of  prayer  in  my  own  heart,  and  at  length  the  fire  was 
kindled  and  I  could  pray."  Thus  also  many  of  our  hymns,  some  even 
of  the  homeliest  and  simplest  character,  teach  Christian  doctrine  in  an 
epigrammatic  style  that  convicts  the  careless,  directs  the  inquirer,  or 
awakens  a  spirit  of  prayer  in  the  hearts  of  those  who  read  them.  An 
Episcopal  clergyman  of  the  city  of  Philadelphia  has  lately  said  that  he 
derived  the  greatest  benefit  from  the  above  hymn  of  Newton,  to  which 
his  attention  was  directed  at  a  time  when  the  sentiment  precisely  suited 
his  condition.  Thousands  of  Christians  could  bear  similar  testimony 
regarding  the  influence  of  hymn  No.  437,  "I  asked  the  Lord  that  I 
might  grow." 

No.  563.  —  "  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies."  Anna  Laetitia 
Barbauld,  1 743-1 825.  This  accomplished  poetess  was  the  daughter 
of  Dr.  John  Aikin,  who  kept  a  school  at  Kibworth,  England.  She 
early  became  distinguished  for  her  talents  and  acquirements,  and  late 
in  life  she  wrote  valuable  essays  and  political  pamphlets  on  the  great 
questions  of  her  time.  This  hymn  is  a  happy  illustration  of  how  much 
poetry  a  hymn  may  contain  without  ceasing  to  be  simple,  easily  intelli- 
gible, and  adapted  to  public  worship.  Mrs.  Barbauld's  harvest  hymn 
(No.  549),  "  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise,"  is  justly  celebrated. 

^No.  571.  —  "The  hour  of  my  departure's  come.''''  Michael  Bruce, 
1 746-1 767.  The  life  of  this  poet  was  almost  a  counterpart  of  that  of 
Henry  Kirke  White,  who  flourished  a  generation  later.  In  both  cases 
the  light  of  genius  shone  forth  for  a  time,  and  then  was  all  too  sud- 
denly put  out.  His  father  was  a  pious  weaver,  who  resided  in  Scot- 
land.    Two  discerning  friends,  recognizing  the  taste  and  talent  of  the 

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son,  encouraged  him  in  literary  pursuits.  Young  Bruce  studied  with 
the  ministry  in  view,  but  hard  fare,  great  mental  effort,  combined  with 
the  severity  of  the  climate,  brought  on  a  rapid  decline.  In  1766,  at  the 
age  of  twenty-one,  he  returned  to  his  native  village  to  die,  sustained 
by  that  Pauline  faith  so  beautifully  set  forth  in  this  hymn. 

No.  576. — "  Christ  will  gather  in  his  own."  Anonymous.  The 
poet  Francis  T.  Palgrave  classes  this  hymn  with  Lyte's  "  Abide  with 
me"  (No.  421),  and  Newman's  "Lead,  kindly  Light  "  (No.  473),  as 
fulfilling  the  requirements  of  the  best  of  hymns.  He  says,  "This  one 
is  remarkable  also  for  its  simplicity  and  pathos;  qualities  which  I 
place  among  the  highest  demanded  in  this  province  of  poetry." 

No.  583.  —  "  Dearest  of  names,  our  Lord,  our  King"  Samuel  Med- 
ley, 1 738-1 799.  Medley  served  as  midshipman  in  the  British  navy, 
at  a  time  when  his  ship  was  engaged  in  several  actions.  He  was  at 
last  wounded  in  a  terrible  conflict  in  1759.  He  loved  to  recount  God's 
providences  as  exhibited  in  his  checkered  career.  He  was  led  to 
embrace  the  gospel  by  hearing  read  one  of  Dr.  Watts'  sermons.  He 
left  the  sea  and  became  preacher  to  a  large  congregation  at  Liverpool, 
where  his  knowledge  of  maritime  expressions  made  him  especially  pleas- 
ing and  easily  understood  by  his  seafaring  hearers.  The  above  hymn 
on  death  and  the  resurrection  fitly  portrays  his  own  feelings.  Amongst 
his  last  words  were,  "  I  am  now  a  poor  shattered  bark,  just  about  to 
gain  the  blissful  harbor  ;  and  O  how  sweet  will  be  the  port  after  the 
storm  !  Dying  is  sweet  work,  sweet  work.  I  am  looking  to  my  dear 
Jesus,  my  God,  my  portion,  my  all  in  all ;  glory !  glory !  home  !  home  ! " 
Thus  he  departed  in  peace,  17th  July,  1799. 

No.  584.  —  "Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers."  L.  Laurenti,  1660-1722. 
Laurenti,  who  was  director  of  a  choir  at  the  Cathedral  in  Bremen, 
wrote  more  than  a  hundred  hymns,  chiefly  on  Scriptural  passages. 
They  are  characterized  by  spiritual  unction  and  simplicity,  and  this 
one  is  deemed  of  great  excellence. 

No.  585.  —  "When  came  in  flesh  the  Incarnate  Word."  Joseph 
Anstice,  1808- 1836.  The  author  of  these  beautiful  lines,  and  of  No. 
463,  became  professor  of  classical  literature  at  King's  College,  Lon- 
don, when  only  twenty-two  years  of  age.  He  died  six  years  thereafter. 
His  hymns  were  dictated  to  his  wife  during  the  last  few  weeks  of  his 
life,  and  were  composed  just  at  that  period  of  the  day  (the  afternoon) 
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when  he  most  felt  the  oppression  of  his  illness  —  all  his  brighter  morn- 
ing hours  being  given  to  pupils  up  to  the  very  day  of  his  death. 

No.  587.  —  "Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear?"  Bartholomew 
Ringwaldt,  1530-1598.  A  Lutheran  pastor  of  Prussia.  His  hymns 
are  of  great  excellence,  and  much  resemble  Luther's  in  simplicity  and 
power.  This  is  in  imitation  of  the  oft-translated  "  Dies-Irae."  Ring- 
waldt wrote  at  a  period  when  the  people  suffered  from  famine,  pesti- 
lence, fire,  and  flood,  and  his  hymns  were  composed  with  the  pious 
design  of  comforting  others  and  himself  in  trials. 

No.  589.  —  "Lo,  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending."  John  Cennick, 
1717-1755.  One  of  the  finest  hymns  ever  written.  To  Cennick  be- 
longs the  credit  of  being  the  first  who  attempted  to  render  the  thoughts 
and  sentiments  of  the  "  Dies-Irae  "  in  this  fine  appropriate  measure. 
The  "  Dies-Irae  "  has  been  the  admiration  of  scholars.  Dr.  Johnson 
used  to  quote  it,  and  weep  as  he  did  so.  It  mingled  with  the  dying 
words  of  Sir  Walter  Scott,  and  the  only  hymn  we  have  from  him  is, 
"  Day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day."  Cennick  passed  through  a  re- 
markable religious  experience,  and  thereafter  was  brought  into  the  cir- 
cle of  John  and  Charles  Wesley,  and  George  Whitefield.  He  became  a 
teacher  and  preacher  among  the  colliers  at  Kingswood.  There  the  prac- 
tice of  keeping  "watch  nights"  originated.  The  colliers  devoted  Sat- 
urday night,  formerly  spent  in  the  ale-house,  to  prayer  and  praise.  Mr. 
Wesley  hearing  of  this,  and  the  good  done,  resolved  to  make  it  gen- 
eral. Cennick  subsequently  joined  the  Moravians,  and  died  at  the  age 
of  thirty-eight.  There  was  found  in  his  pocket-book  a  poem  entitled 
"Nunc  Dimittis,"  in  which  he  expressed  his  languishing  desire  to 
close  his  service,  and  his  sin,  and  to  "  come  up  and  be  with  Christ." 

No.  592.  —  "  When  rising  from  the  bed  of  deaths"  Joseph  Addison, 
1672-17 19.  This  is  given  by  the  celebrated  essayist  with  an  article  in 
the  "Spectator"  of  October  18th,  1712,  which,  like  the  hymn,  com- 
mends itself  to  the  deep  consideration  of  those  recovering  from  illness. 
The  article  contains  these  words,  "  Among  all  the  reflections  that  usu- 
ally arise  in  the  mind  of  a  sick  man  who  has  time  and  inclination  to 
consider  his  approaching  end,  there  is  none  more  natural  than  that  of 
his  going  to  appear  naked  and  unbodied  before  Him  who  made  him." 

No.  596. — "For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country."  Bernard  of  Cluny,  12th 
century ;  translated  by  Dr.  J.  M.  Neale.    Bernard  was  a  talented  monk 

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of  Cluny,  when  that  Abbey  was  the  greatest  in  France.  This  hymn  is 
part  of  a  poem  of  three  thousand  lines,  entitled  "  De  Contemptu 
Mundi,"  his  design  being  to  persuade  men  to  the  contempt  of  the 
world.  The  poem  as  a  whole  is  open  to  the  objection  that  it  still 
circles  about  the  same  subject  without  any  marked  progress  of  thought. 
But  the  description  of  heaven  is  placed  beyond  the  region  of  criticism 
by  the  dying  commendation  of  those  who  have  found  in  it  the  adequate 
expression  of  what  Trench  has  happily  called  their  "  heavenly  home- 
sickness." 

No.  608.  —  "Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings.''''  Robert  Seagrave, 
1730.  This  remarkably  fine  hymn  was  written  by  one  whose  ministry 
had  a  single  object,  —  to  rouse  the  Church  of  England  and  the  people 
in  general  from  the  religious  lethargy  into  which  they  had  sunk.  His 
aim  was  to  replace  the  merely  moral  preaching  of  his  day  by  thoroughly 
gospel  preaching.  Finding  much  discouragement  in  his  good  work 
of  reformation  within  the  Established  Church,  Mr.  Seagrave,  like 
Wesley  and  Whitefield,  was  driven  by  the  circumstances  of  his  time 
to  work  outside  of  her  pale. 

No.  609.  —  "On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand."  Samuel  Stennett, 
D.  D.,  1 727-1 795.  Stennett  is  an  honored  name.  He  was  eminent  as 
a  scholar,  clear  and  forcible  as  a  writer,  and  accurate  and  classical  as 
a  speaker.  For  thirty-seven  years  he  was  the  beloved  pastor  of  the 
Baptist  church  in  Little  Wild  Street,  London.  He  enjoyed  the  friend- 
ship of  his  sovereign  George  III.,  but  refused  preferment  offered  by 
him.  John  Howard,  the  eminent  philanthropist,  was  an  admiring 
hearer  of  Dr.  Stennett.  He  says  less  of  fear  and  appears  of  bolder 
confidence  in  his  hymns,  than  Dr.  Watts.  He  wrote  a  good  cheerful 
hymn  used  by  a  past  generation  at  communion  seasons,  No.  512, 
"  Come,  every  pious  heart." 

No.  612.  —  "Jerusalem,  my  happy  home."  Translated  from  the 
Latin.  This  hymn  of  hymns  is  very  ancient.  The  translation  is  be- 
lieved to  have  been  made  prior  to  161 6,  from  a  Latin  hymn  of  the 
eighth  century.  The  earliest  publication  of  it  in  its  present  form  is 
in  the  British  Museum,  and  is  entitled,  "  A  Song  made  by  F.  B.  P., 
to  the  tune  of  Diana."     Formerly  it  was  attributed  to  David  Dickson. 

Chants.  —  Hymns  Nos.  7  and  8.  The  "  Gloria  in  Excelsis "  is 
conceded  to  have  been  written  before  the  pure  doctrines  now  held  by 

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Protestants  were  corrupted  through  the  ambition  of  popes  and  the 
assertion  of  Unwarrantable  prelatical  claims.  Knowing,  as  we  do,  how 
favorite  hymns  come  down  through  the  ages,  we  have  good  reason  to 
suppose  that  the  ascriptions  of  glory  to  our  Redeemer,  contained  in 
this  ancient  doxology,  were  transmitted  from  the  apostolic  times.  It 
is  a  matter  of  history  that  as  early  as  the  third  century,  as  well  as  at 
later  periods,  such  hymns  of  praise  to  Christ  proved  effectual  barriers 
against  Arianism,  and  at  that  early  day  they  were  reproachfully  termed 
"  innovations  "  by  those  who  objected  to  the  truth  of  their  doctrines. 

The  "Te  Detcm"  was  praised  by  Luther  as  "a  good  symbol  not 
less  than  a  perfect  hymn."  "This  great  lyric,"  says  Mr.  Thomas  H. 
Gill  (a  modern  hymn-writer  of  rare  ability),  "  recognizes  every  funda- 
mental objective  truth  of  Christianity,  — the  Trinity,  the  Incarnation, 
the  Vicarious  Redemption,  the  Resurrection,  the  Ascension,  and  the 
Second  Coming;  but,"  says  he,  "it  presents  these  truths  poetically, 
not  dogmatically ;  to  the  adoring  gaze  of  faith  and  love,  not  to  the 
discriminating  survey  of  the  intellect." 

In  view  of  the  increased  use  of  chants  by  Presbyterians  with  the 
approval  of  the  General  Assembly,  it  is  interesting  to  notice 'the  opin- 
ion expressed  some  years  since  by  one  of  the  most  eminent  and  dis- 
creet of  our  city  pastors.  The  much  lamented  Dr.  James  W.  Alex- 
ander recommended  chanting  as  accordant  with  the  usage  in  the  early 
Christian  assemblies.  In  his  "  Sacramental  Discourses  "  he  says, 
"  There  can  be  conceived  no  mode  of  singing  God's  praise  more  sim- 
ple, grave,  impressive,  and  truly  Protestant  than  the  chanting  of  the 
very  words  of  Scripture  by  all  the  voices  of  a  congregation."  The 
chants  used  in  the  early  Christian  assemblies,  to  which  he  referred,, 
were  of  three  kinds  :  the  Monody,  by  a  single  voice ;  the  Antiphonal, 
for  alternate  voices ;  and  the  Choral,  for  all  the  voices.  In  many 
churches  single  voices  chanted  whilst  the  congregation  merely  joined 
in  at  the  end  and  meditated  in  silence.  The  evils,  now  common,  had 
to  be  guarded  against  also  at  that  early  day.  Theatrical  modulations 
were  complained  of  by  Jerome,  in  the  fourth  century ;  and  the  Fourth 
Council  of  Carthage,  a.  d.  398,  appointed  singers  with  this  timely  and 
significant  injunction,  appropriate  for  all  time,  —  "  See  what  thou  sing- 
est  with  thy  mouth  that  thou  believest  in  thine  heart,  and  what  thou 
believest  in  thine  heart  thou  confirmest  also  in  thy  life."  A  plainer 
chant  of  grave  and  natural  tone  became  common,  as  the  result  of 
efforts  to  correct  abuses.  This  repressed  the  caprice  of  the  singers, 
and  reduced  them  to  uniformity ;  and  in  the  year  705  Charlemagne 
enforced  its  observance  throughout  the  Western  church. 

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NOTES  ON  THE  CREEDS  AND  THE  APOSTOLIC  AGE. 

Apostles'  Creed,  page  xvi.  This  creed  is  called  "the  Apostles'," 
because  it  contains  the  substance  of  their  teaching.  It  is  referred  to 
by  Irenaeus  in  the  second  century.  The  ancient  creeds  of  the  churches 
of  Jerusalem,  Cassarea,  Alexandria,  Antioch,  Rome,  and  Aquileia,  and 
that  preserved  in  the  Apostolical  Constitutions  (supposed  to  have 
been  composed  in  the  third  century),  resemble  it  in  every  main  partic- 
ular. —  Wolcott's  Sacred  Archceology,  1868. 

T/ie  Nicene  Creed,  page  xvii,  is  based  on  the  creed  of  Caesarea,  which 
was  adopted  by  the  Council  of  Nicaea,  a.  d.  325.  This  creed  supplies 
the  best  representative  of  the  immutable  faith  of  the  Church  of  Christ. 
It  is  fuller  in  expression  than  the  Apostolic  Creed,  and  it  teaches 
briefly  what  Divine  inspiration  expresses  more  at  large.  This  sum- 
mary of  doctrine  constitutes  the  basis  of  every  other  confession  known 
in  the  church.  It  is  embodied  in  the  Articles  of  the  Church  of  Eng- 
land, in  the  Assembly's  Confession,  and  more  or  less  fully  in  the  con- 
fessions of  Baptists,  Congregationalists,  Methodists,  and  even  in  those 
of  the  Greek  and  the  Roman  Catholic  churches.  The  Scriptures  alone 
give  the  true  dogmatic  faith,  and  the  dogmas  which  have  been  added 
since  they,  were  given  by  inspiration  of  God,  are  those  which  are 
merely  human  and  unworthy  of  confidence. 

It  is  exceedingly  instructive  to  trace  back  the  history  of  Christian 
doctrine  to  its  source,  and  to  notice  how  one  after  another  of  the  cor- 
rupt additions  fall  away.  In  this  retrospective  review,  however,  we 
must  be  careful  to  remember  that  we  reverse  the  natural  order,  and 
first  reach  false  doctrines  formally  announced,  and  thereafter  their 
weak  beginnings  and  subsequently  we  come  to  that  earlier  period 
when  they  were  not. 

In  going  backwards  to  the  period  when  the  whole  church  held  to 
the  Nicene  Creed,  without  the  corrupt  additions,  we  first  come  to  the 
dogma  of  immaculate  conception,  which  falls  behind  us  in  our  own 
day,  the  papal  decree  establishing  that  doctrine,  being  dated  8th  De- 
cember, 1854.  Steadily  tracing  the  course  of  time  backwards,  the 
dogma  of  purgatorial  fire  branches  off  about  the  middle  of  the  16th 
century,  and  dies  away  as  a  formal  doctrine  about  the  middle  of  the 
1 2th.  It  was  first  established  as  a  doctrine  of  the  church  by  the 
Council  of  Trent,  in  a.  d.  1563.     In  the  early  part  of  the  15th  century 

522 


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the  mutilation  of  the  sacrament  of  the  Lord's  Supper,  by  taking  away 
the  cup  from  the  laity,  disappears.  This  dogma  was  first  decreed  by 
the  Council  of  Constance,  in  a.  d.  1414.  A  little  further  back,  at  the 
beginning  of  the  13th  century,  we  find  transubstantiation  for  the  first 
time  dogmatically  taught,  and  in  another  two  or  three  centuries  all 
traces  of  it  are  lost  again.  It  was  the  Council  of  Lateran  a.  d.  1216, 
that  gave  formal  authorization  to  this  term  and  to  the  doctrine.  In 
the  1 2th  century  five  of  the  seven  sacraments  of  the  Romish  Church 
disappear,  and  the  "two  ordained  by  Christ  Himself"  alone  survive. 
In  the  9th  century  the  power  of  canonization  for  the  first  time  falls 
into  the  stream  of  doctrine,  although  the  tendency  to  saint -worship 
and  to  incipient  Mariolatry  reaches  further  backward.  In  the  begin- 
ning of  the  6th  century  the  papal  supremacy  is  left  behind,  and  with 
it  the  last  formal  trace  of  the  corrupt  dogmas  of  the  East  and  of  the 
West.  It  is  a  remarkable  fact  that  supremacy  was  first  claimed  by 
John,  Patriarch  of  Constantinople,  and  he  was  rebuked  by  Gregory 
the  Great  of  Rome,  who  pronounced  it  "blasphemous  and  as  fitly 
belonging  to  none  but  a  forerunner  of  Antichrist." x 

Accepting  therefore  this  Nicene  Creed  divested  of  the  corruptions 
by  which  it  has  been  overlaid  since  the  4th  century,  Protestants  hold 
the  faith  as  it  gushed  forth  from  its  fountains  in  the  Apostolic  Age. 

The  Apostolic  Age.  The  importance  of  the  Apostolic  Age,  referred 
to  in  the  preceding  note,  and  our  relations  to  it,  are  thus  eloquently 
alluded  to  by  Dr.  Dollinger,  of  Munich:  "That  mere  spaa  of  time, 
the  first  seventy  years  of  the  Christian  era,  is  the  most  important 
in  the  history  of  mankind.  The  foundation  of  the  Christian  Church 
(then  laid)  closes  a  preparation  and  development  of  many  thou- 
sand years,  and  is  the  starting-point  of  a  new  order  in  the  world. 
The  world  before  Christ  and  the  world  after  Christ,  that  is  and  ever 
must  be,  the  truest  division  of  history.  In  these  seventy  years  we  con- 
sider only  the  beginnings  and  the  simple  form  of  the  original  Apostolic 
church,  self-contained,  like  a  seed-corn,  and  hiding  its  inner  reality 
from  strangers.  But  these  beginnings  contain  the  powers  and  secrets 
of  a  culture  which,  embracing  the  whole  of  humanity  in  its  universal 
scope,  is  still,  after  eighteen  centuries,  ever  receiving  new  life  in  con- 
stant growth ;  there  is  laid  up  in  them  a  wealth  of  creative  ideas,  a 
fullness  of  new  forms  in  church,  in  state,  in  art,  in  knowledge,  and  in 
manners,  which  are  far  indeed  from  being  exhausted, — nay  more, 

1  Grier's  Epitome  of  General  Councils.  The  Dogmatic  Faith.  Edward  Gar- 
bett,  London,  1867. 

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which  in  time  to  come  will  bring  to  light  developments  in  knowledge, 
and  in  life  that  as  yet  we  can  scarcely  conjecture.  The  sharpest  and 
most  concentrated  gaze  of  the  naturalist  who  opens  and  dissects  a 
seed-corn,  cannot  discern  the  forms  potentially  and  substantially  con- 
tained in  it,  or  suggest  what  it  will  grow  into.  And  just  so,  the  acut- 
est  Greek  or  Roman,  had  he  scrutinized  ever  so  carefully  and  impar- 
tially the  young  Christian  communities  at  his  side,  would  either  have 
refused  to  predict  anything  of  their  future  progress  or  place  in  history, 
or  would  have  given  an  entirely  wrong  account  of  what  actually  fol- 
lowed, not  to  say  exactly  the  reverse  of  the  true  one.  Nor  only  so ; 
Christians  themselves  were  very  far  from  appreciating  the  reach  and 
the  force  for  the  world's  culture  of  those  spiritual  and  moral  powers 
laid  up  in  the  bosom  of  their  society,  and  intrusted  to  their  care  and 
administration.  On  the  other  hand,  nearly  two  thousand  years  of 
Christian  history  are  spread  before  our  eyes ;  we  are  in  a  position  to 
embrace  and  measure  the  process  of  development,  working  itself  out 
by  an  internal  law  of  necessary  sequence,  a  continually  advancing  and 
constructive  process,  never  indeed  transcending  the  original  fullness 
of  its  internal  being,  but  far  surpassing  the  simple  outlines  and  prim- 
itive forms  of  thought  and  life  in  the  Apostolic  Age.  In  the  light  of 
this  long  experience,  where  every  age  is  a  commentary  to  illustrate  the 
preceding  one,  we  can  pierce  more  deeply  into  the  spirit  of  the  Apos- 
tolic church,  and  exhibit  all  its  bearings  more  fully  than  former  gen- 
erations could." 


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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


The  asterisk  [*]  indicates  the  first  lines  of  verses  other  than  the  first,  which  have 
come  to  form  the  beginning  of  hymns  in  common  use. 

Author.     Hymn. 

Lyte.  421 

Watts.  320 

Montgomery.  506 

Wesley.  41 1 

.  Bonar.  614 

.     Newton.  233 

Tr.  by  Caswall.  216 

Hymn.  Christ.  311 

.     Watts.  276 

Watts.  99 

.     Steele.  438 

Scot.  Hymnal.  496 

Peronnet.  120 

Attr.  to  Kethe.  10 

Luther.  89 

Cawood.  242 

Gill.  399 

Newton.  288 

Jffc/fr.  476 

J*fc&r.  580 

Doddridge.  593 

.Sh7#.  108 

y.  Stennett.  211 

Newton.  392 

Wesley.  282 

^#j.  170 

.    ^#.r.  490 

Shrubsole.  525 

J/rc.  Mackay.  564 


Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide 

*A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word     . 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll     . 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 

Again  the  Sabbath  morn 

Ah,  dying  sinner,  think  on  death 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise 

A  little  child  the  Saviour  came     . 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name    . 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 

All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord 

Almighty  God,  Thy  word  is  cast 

Alone  with  Thee,  with  Thee  alone 

Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross      . 

And  must  this  body  die 

And  will  the  Judge  descend    . 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  . 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise  . 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 

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As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 
At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing    . 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song    . 
Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Awake,  my  soul,  awake  to  prayer    . 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve  . 
Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring 
Awake,  our  souls !  away  our  fears 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 

Behold  the  morning  sun 

Behold,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord  . 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace  . 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 

Beneath  our  feet  and  o'er  our  head 

Be  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares     . 

Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow    . 

Birds  have  their  quiet  nest 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God   . 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds    . 

Blest  Comforter  Divine   .... 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  spirit  shares    . 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  . 

Body  of  Jesus,  O  sweet  food   . 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 
*Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine     . 
Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish    , 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 

526 


Author.    Hymn. 

Tate  and  Brady.  395 

Tr.  by  Campbell.  517 

Hammond.  166 

Ockum.  348 

Ken.  247 

Ford.  269 

Doddridge.  412 

Needham.  40 

Watts.  416 


.    Watts.  1 1 

Watts.  50 

.    Grigg.  298 

Watts.  200 

.    Bruce.  534 

Newton.  382 

.    Watts.  289 

Heber.  553 

Newton.  440 

F.  Smith.  97 

Monsell.  360 

Watts.  26 

.    Watts.  582 

Fawcett.  402 

.    Anon.  180 

Lyte.  407 

.    Watts.  213 

Wesley.  287 

Coxe.  505 

Conder.  514 

.    Heber.  508 

Heber.  83 

.    Watts.  314 

Heber.  502 

Newton.  66 


Montgomery.  73 

Steele.  272 

Col  Iyer.  577 

Hastings.  304 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


Children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again    . 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 

Christ  will  gather  in  His  own 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 

Come,  every  pious  heart 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come     . 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove,  my 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove,  with 

Come,  labor  on 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs    . 
Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 
Come,  O  Creator- Spirit  blest 
Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays    . 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above 
Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 
Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad  . 
Come,  Thou  almighty  King    . 
Come  Thou  desire  of  all  Thy  saints     . 
Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 
Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 
Come  we  that  love  the  Lord    . 
Come  ye  disconsolate 
Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 
Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 

Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust    . 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above    . 

Dearest  of  names,  our  Lord,  our  King    . 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 

Dear  Saviour  !  I  am  thine  . 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

527 


Tr. 


Author.    Hymn. 

Cennick.  468 

by  C.  Winkworth.  107 

Wesley.  106 

Wesley.  128 

.    Anon.  576 

Boden.  1 73 

.    Watts.  239 

S.  Stennett.  512 

.    Watts.  301 

Hart.  181 

Browne.  178 

Watts.  179 

Hymn.  Christ.  417 

Watts.  169 

Wesley.  404 

Steele.  396 

Newton.  390 

Tr.  by  Caswall.  I  "J  "J 

Blacklock.  55 

Doddridge.  186 

Barbauld.  297 

Watts.  230 
Wesley.         3 

Steele.  171 

Robinson.  371 

Wesley.  90 

.     Jones.  303 

Steele.  299 

.    Watts.  365 

Moore.  391 

.     Hart.  306 

.      Alford.  546 

Montgomery.  531 

Watts.  172 

Medley.  583 

Gill.  373 

.     Steele.  144 

Doddridge.  376 

.     Steele.  322 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  . 
Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord 
Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord 


Early,  my  God,  without  delay 
Enthroned  in  light,  eternal  God 
Ere  another  Sabbath's  close 
Eternal  Father,  strong  to  save 
Eternal  light !  eternal  light 
Eternal  source  of  every  joy 
Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess    . 


Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 
Faith  is  a  living  power  from  heaven     . 
Far  as  Thy  name  is  known 
Far  from  my  heavenly  home 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone 
Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 
Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines 
Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Father  of  heaven,  who  hast  created  all 
Father  of  heaven !  whose  love  profound 
Father  of  love  and  power     . 
Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 
Father  of  mercies,  send  Thy  grace 
Father,  Thine  Elect  who  lovest 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  . 
Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 
Forever  with  the  Lord 
For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 
Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky   . 
Forth  in  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go   . 
Fountain  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns     . 
From  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies     . 
From  distant  corners  of  our  land    . 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows     . 


Author.    Hymn. 

Wesley.     329 

Beddome.     332 

Hart.    241 

Doddridge.     370 


Watts.  227 

Haweis.  489 

Anon.  225 

Whiting.  555 

Binney.  3 1 

Doddridge.  548 

Watts.  176 


.    Watts.  343 

Hymn.  Christ.  342 

.    Watts.  190 

Lyte.  470 

.    Watts.  426 

Steele.  597 

Cowper.  368 

Watts.  293 

Waring.  430 

A.  Knapp.  497 

CotteriWs  Sel.  5 

.    Rawson.  258 

.     Steele.  203 

Doddridge.  410 

.       Gill.  6 

Steele.  45 1 

Tr.  by  Neale.  149 

Montgomery.  598 

Bernard.  596 

Heber.  228 

Wesley.  413 

Doddridge.  406 

Browne.  224 

Watts.  24 

W.  L.  Alexander.  494 

Stowell.  384 


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Index  of  First  Lines, 


From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 
From  the  cross  uplifted  high 


Gently,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us    . 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise    . 

Give  thanks  to  God ;  He  reigns  above 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise     . 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high.     (Gloria  in  Excelsis 

Glory  to  God  on  high     .... 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 

God  bless  our  native  land 

God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear 

God  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son 

God  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 

God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 

God,  my  Supporter,  and  my  Hope 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace 

God  of  my  life  !  through  all  its  days 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call 

*God  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

God  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift     . 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou    . 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 

Great  God  !  to  Thee  my  evening  song    . 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear . 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 

*Great  Shepherd  of  Thy  people,  hear. 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 


Author.     Hymn. 

.   Heber.     520 

,     Haweis.     307 


Lyte. 

.  Hastings. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

Gerhardt. 

Newton. 

.     Ancient. 

.     Allen. 

Ken. 

J.  S.  Dwight. 

Tersteegen. 

Beddome. 

.  Bowring. 

.     Watts. 

Cowper. 

.     Watts. 

Lyte. 

.     Doddridge. 

Cowper. 

Montgomery. 

Heber. 

Montgomery. 

Doddridge. 

.     Doddridge. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

•    Steele. 

Doddridge. 

Tr.  by  Collyer. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

.    Newton. 

Williams. 


327 

469 

607 

46 

43 

434 

479 

7 

14 
253 
540 

315 
292 

45 

7i 

57 

77 

532 

252 

448 

73 
267 

95 
290 
188 
192 

32 
229 
260 
544 
587 
126 
482 

233 
464 


34 


529 


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Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed     . 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 

Hark,  how  all  the  welkin  rings    .         . 

Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord 

Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Hark,  the  distant  isles  proclaim 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise    .... 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent 

Heavenly  Father,  may  Thy  love 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies     . 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives 

He  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns     . 

He  sendeth  sun,  He  sendeth  shower 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name    . 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty 

Holy  Jesus,  Saviour  blest 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 

How  are  Thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  . 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies     . 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear   . 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 

How  gentle  God's  commands 

How  heavy  is  the  night        .... 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine     . 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart  . 

53° 


Author.    Hymn. 

Watts.  409 

Wesley.  114 

.  Bakewell.  122 

Montgomery.  536 

Wesley.  572 

Wesley.  405 

.       Wesley.  85 

Cowper.  159 

Kelly.  125 

Bathurst.  521 

Doddridge.  88 

Montgomery.  535 

Scott.  309 

Ryle's  Coll.  388 

.     Kruger.  310 

Guest.  499 

Watts.  109 

.     Steele.  116 

Watts.  595 

Mrs.  Adams.  aJoi 

Watts.  44 

.  Raffles.  605 

Needham.  41 

.     Reed.  182 

Heber.  I 

.     Mant.  131 

Heber.  237 

.    Watts.  115 

.    Addison.  60 

.     Watts.  491 

Coxe.  96 

Barbauld.  563 

Barbauld.  400 

.    Watts.  196 

Keith  (?).  146 

Doddridge.  444 

Watts.  274 

.     Steele.  272 

Watts.  498 

.     Steele.  325 


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How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
How  precious  is  the  book  divine 
How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 
How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place  . 
How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 
How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
How  welcome  was  the  call  . 
Humble,  Lord,  my  haughty  spirit  . 


I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 

I  give  immortal  praise 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 

I  love  the  volume  of  Thy  word 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord  . 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight  . 

In  grief  and  fear  to  Thee,  O  Lord  . 

In  memory  of  the  Saviour's  love 

inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see    . 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 

In  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling 

*I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 

Is  this  the  kind  return 

It  is  not  death  to  die    . 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep  . 

I  would  not  live  alway 


Author.    Hymn. 

Watts.  191 

.    Watts.  195 

.     Fawcett.  208 

.    Watts.  278 

Watts.  207 

.    Watts.  507 

Swain.  401 

Bowring.  94 

Newton.  160 

Doddridge.  557 

Baker.  495 

•      Lyte.  335 


.    Newton.  437 

Noel.  509 

Watts.  4 

.  Bonar.  152 

Bonar.  356 

.    Watts.  354 

Watts.  20 

.    Watts.  202 

.     Dwight.  485 

Brown.  255 

Watts.  145 

.    Watts.  38 

.     Newton.  284 

Bullock.  554 

.     Cotterill.  504 

.    Kelly.  174 

.    Toplady.  256 

Bowring.  151 

Kelly.  235 

Newton.  284 

Watts.  357 

Watts.  340 

.   Bethune.  567 

Bonar.  330 

Muhlenberg-  569 


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Jehovah  reigns  !  He  dwells  in  light 
Jehovah  reigns  ;  His  throne  is  high 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 
Jerusalem,  the  golden 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be    . 
*Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory 
Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken  . 
Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 
Jesus,  Jesus  visit  me 
Jesus,  let  Thy  pitying  eye     . 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul     . 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast  . 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope    • 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 
Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee 
Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
Jesus,  Thou  art  my  righteousness 
Jesus,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 
Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 
Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 
Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 
Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea     . 


Keep  silence,  all  created  things 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

Lamb  of  God  !  whose  bleeding  love 

Late,  late,  so  late !  and  dark  the  night 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom 

Let  all  the  just,  to  God  with  joy  . 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 

Let  sinners  take  their  course   . 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 

Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates 

532 


Author.    Hymn. 

Watts.  34 

.    Watts.  28 

.    Tr.  from  the  Latin.  612 

Bernard.  599 

Grigg.  164 

Bakewell.  1 22 

Doddridge.  158 

.       Lyte.  363 

Watts.  5 1 1 

Angelus.  163 

Wesley-  551 

Wesley.  138 

•  Beddotne-  397 

Wesley.  427 

Watts.  123 

Palmer.  161 

.      Wesley.  353 

Bernard.  155 

Wesley.  359 

Bernard-  156 

Zinzendorf.  154 

Cowper.  385 

.     Newton.  386 

.    Watts.  84 

Elliott.  350 


.    Watts.  56 

Watts.  206 

Wesley.  519 

Tennyson.  317 

Newman.  473 

Tate  and  Brady.  49 

.    Watts.  69 

Watts.  441 

.    Watts.  379 

Milton.  21 

.      Doddridge.  493 

Tate  and  Brady.  1 1  ] 

Weiss  el-  91 


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Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Like  Noah's  weary  dove 

Lo,  God  is  here,  let  us  adore 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 

Lord,  bid  Thy  light  arise 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 

Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side     . 

Lord  God  of  my  salvation 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was 

Lord,  how  the  troubles  of  my  peace     • 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine     • 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin 

Lord,  I  have  made  Thy  word  my  choice 

Lord,  I  have  sinned ;  but  O  forgive     . 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care    • 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee  . 

Lord,  now  we  part  in  Thy  blest  name 

Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows     . 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 

Lord,  Thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land    . 

Lord,  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 

Lord,  what  avails  our  strife 

Lord,  when  I  all  things  would  possess 

Lord,  when  Thou  didst  ascend  on  high 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee    . 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows    • 


AUTHOR.      HYMN. 

Wesley-  127 

Muhlenberg.  150 

Tersteegen.  486 

Wesley.  589 

Wesley.  316 

Gurney.  472 

Anon.  2,^1 

Shirley,  lap 

Montgomery.  428 

.      Lyte.  79 

Montgomery.  183 

.    Watts.  277 

Lyte.  80 

Davie s.  364 

Watts.  273 

.    Watts.  205 

Lyte.  333 

.    Watts.  246 

Baxter.  461 

.     Deck.  516 

Heber.  244 

.    Anon.  261 

Doddridge.  215 

.    Watts.  189 

Watts.  541 

Watts.  39 

Hammond.  234 

Wesley.  355 

Gill.  420 

.    Watts.  112 

.      Carlyle.  236 

Wesley.  393 

■5".  Stennett.  137 

Colly  er.  no 

Allen.  446 

S.  F.  Smith.  53/ 

Watts.  93 

Palmer.  139 

Watts.  248 


533 


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My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love   • 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 

My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

My  God,  my  King,  Thy  various  praise 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

My  God,  the  covenant  of  Thy  love 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 

My  God,  Thy  service  well  demands 

My  God,  what  monuments  I  see 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 

My  Helper,  God,  I  bless  His  name     . 

My  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 

My  soul,  repeat  His  praise 

My  spirit  on  Thy  care 

My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee    . 
New  every  morning  is  the  love 
No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Not  yet,  ye  people  of  His  grace 
Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Now  may  He  who  from  the  dead     . 
Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 


O  blessed  souls  are  they 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul    . 
O  bread  to  pilgrims  given 
*0  cease  my  wandering  soul 


AUTHOR.      1 

•  Watts. 
Faber. 

•  Xavier. 
.       Elliott. 

.     Steele. 

.       Elliott. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

Doddridge. 

Watts. 

Doddridge. 

Lyte. 

Doddridge. 

Doddridge. 

Schmolke. 

Watts. 

.   Heath. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

Lyte. 

.    Watts. 


254 

25 

162 

38i 

456 
458 

19 

75 
375 
394 
457 

15 
449 

68 
372 
543 
459 
134 
478 
424 

18 
460 
613 


•      Mrs.  Adams.  419 

.     Keble.  249 

Tate  and  Brady.  74 

.    Watts.  352 

.    Tr.  by  Dunn.  568 

.    Watts.  275 

Watts.  295 

.       Gill.  165 

Doddridge.  119 

Newton.  245 

Watts.  450 

.    Watts.  369 

Watts.  16 

Aquinas.  513 

Muhlenberg.  150 


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O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 

O  dreadful  glory  that  doth  make 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness    . 

O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe    . 

O  Faith,  thou  workest  miracles 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 

O  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God    • 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith     . 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing    • 

O  for  the  death  of  those 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 

O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand  . 

O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

O  holy  Saviour  !  Friend  unseen 

O  how  I  love  Thy  holy  law 

O,  Jesus  !  Lord  of  light  and  grace  . 

O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 

O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou 

O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 

O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  Thee 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill 

O  Lord,  Thy  heavenly  grace  impart 

O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  away 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 

O  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem   . 

Once  more  before  we  part 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought    . 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  . 

O  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 

On  this  day,  the  first  of  days   • 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 

Oppressed  with  noon-day's  schorching  heat 

535 


AUTHOR.      HYMN. 

Medley. 

157 

C>  Wordsworth. 

212 

.  Gill. 

33 

Williams. 

530 

.  Tr.  by  Caswall. 

105 

.    Faber. 

344 

Cowper. 

418 

Bathurst. 

346 

Wesley. 

425 

Watts. 

347 

Wesley. 

167 

Tate  and  Brady. 

562 

.     H.K.  White. 

477 

Bacon. 

538 

Doddridge. 

70 

.    Watts. 

339 

Doddridge. 

362 

.       C.  Elliott. 

452 

Watts. 

204 

Ambrose. 

488 

Mad.  Guion. 

466 

Lyte. 

52 

Anstice. 

463 

Tr.  by  Chandler. 

480 

Ryland. 

61 

Cowper. 

455 

Oberlin. 

361 

Mardley. 

338 

Wesley. 

398 

.       Gill 

465 

.    F.  B.  P. 

611 

.     Hart. 

243 

.  Robinson. 

403 

Cary. 

57o 

.     Newton. 

135 

.     S.  Stennett. 

609 

Gill. 

4i5 

Tr.  by  Baker. 

219 

Faber. 

615 

.  Bonar. 

147 

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O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God    • 

O  that  I  could  repent 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

O  Thou,  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith 

O  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 

O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 

O  Thou,  whose  sacred  feet  have  trod  • 

O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

O  what,  if  we  are  Christ's     . 

O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 

O  wherefore,  Lord,  doth  Thy  dear  praise 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found     • 

O  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair     . 

O  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice     . 


*Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed 
People  of  the  living  God 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits 
Praises  to  Him,  whose  love  has  given 
Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show  • 
Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise    • 
Praise  to  the  radiant  Source  of  bliss 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  His  name    . 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  shall  join 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  Thy  feet    . 


Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

Redeemed  from  guilt,  redeemed  from  fears 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers     • 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 

536 


AUTHOR.      I 

Bernard. 

Montgomery. 

Wesley. 

Watts. 

.     Toplady. 

.    Watts. 

•  Wesley. 

Burns. 

.     Steele. 

Baker. 

Coxe. 

Gill. 

Montgomery. 

Neale. 

.    Grant. 

Auber. 

.    Watts. 

Wesley. 

Doddridge. 


101 

528 
324 

423 
349 
320 

43i 
435 
326 

445 
484 
209 

313 
92 
82 

175 
35 

113 

483 


Bakewell.  122 

Montgomery.  351 

Watts. 

.      Lyte. 

Bonar. 

.      Lyte. 

Barbauld.  549 

Doddridge.  129 

Watts.  194 

.    Watts.  17 

Montgomery.  383 

J.  Stennett.  319 


Watts.  283 

Lyte.  422 

Laurenti.  584 

Doddridge.  334 

.      Collyer.  305 

Seagrave-  608 


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Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 

Safely  through  another  week 

Salvation !  O  the  joyful  sound 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 

Saviour,  visit  Thy  plantation 

Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 

See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain    . 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 

See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms    • 

See  what  a  living  stone 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing 

Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive 

Since  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 

Sinner,  come  up  with  me 

Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  ye  die 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 

Soon  and  forever,  such  promise  our  trust 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  Thy  power 

Spirit  of  Truth,  on  this  Thy  day 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 

Stay,  Thou  insulted  spirit,  stay 

Still,  still,  with  Thee    .... 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  has  borne 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve     . 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  Thy  grace 

537 


Needham.  414 

Toplady.  140 

.     Newton.  210 

.    Watts.  280 

Anon.  238 

Edmeston.  265 

.     Newton.  487 

.    Grant.  337 

Muhlenberg.  501 

.     Kelly.  527 

Doddridge.  500 

.     Steele.  510 

Watts.  481 

Montgomery.  579 

Wesley.  550 

Muhlenberg.  533 

Watts.  321 

Muhlenberg.  601 

Watts.  124 

Doddridge.  47 1 

.     Toplady.  103 

Wesley.  308 

S.  F.  Smith.  270 

.  Doane.  262 

Wesley.  475 

.    Watts.  2>11 

Cowper.  443 

Montgomery.  81 

.     Monsell.  616 

.    Watts.  389 

Anon.  523 

.    ffeber.  184 

Watts.  474 

Wesley.  187 

Mrs.  Stowe.  251 

.     Keble.  259 

.    Toplady.  102 

Edmeston.  271 

Watts.  42 


Index  of  First  Lities. 


Sweet  is  the  solemn  voice  that  calls 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 
Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

Take  my  poor  heart,  closed  let  it  be 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days  • 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come  . 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Lord 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  . 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord 

The  hour  of  my  departure 's  come  . 

The  hours  of  evening  close 

The  Lord  descended  from  above     . 

The  Lord  !  how  wondrous  are  His  ways 

The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  and     . 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 

The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 

The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might 

The  Lord 's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want 

The  Lord  will  come ;  the  earth  shall  quake 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love     . 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight     . 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place  . 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when 

538 


AUTHOR.      HYMN. 

.      Lyte.  193 

Watts.  222 

Lyte.  221 

Faber.  266 

Shirley.  367 

•     Newton.  336 

Tr.  by  J.  Wesley.  378 

Anon.  429 

.    Watts.  560 

Watts.  588 

Sir  W.  Scott.  591 

.     Cow  per.  432 

.    Neale.  263 

.     Cotter  ill.  12 

.    Watts.  561 

Olivers.  9 

.     Kelly.  121 

Watts.  198 

.    Bruce-  571 

Joan  E.  Conder.  545 

Sternhold.  29 

Watts. 

Conder. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

.    Addison. 

.    Watts. 

Watts.  197 

H.  K.  White.  37 

Rouse's  ver.  63 

.    Heber.  586 

S.  F  Smith.  526 

.    Watts.  515 

East.  606 

Cowper.  279 

Watts.  600 

Tappan.  603 

Lyte.  366 

J.  A.  Alexander.  312 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


The  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charms 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

The  sun  is  sinking  fast     . 

*Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 

Thine  forever  !  God  of  love     . 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 

Thou  art  the  Way  :  to  Thee  alone 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead    . 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 

Thou  very  present  aid     .       -  . 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above 

Thou  whose  almighty  word 

Thou  whose  never  failing  arm 

Thrice  happy  souls,  who  born  from  heaven 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  . 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord    . 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord     • 

Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ    . 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  . 

'Tis  by  Thy  strength  the  mountains  stand 

'Tis  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow    • 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 

To  God,  the  only  wise 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  Thine     . 

To  Thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord 

To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair        . 

Trembling  before  Thine  awful  throne 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night 


Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill 


AUTHOR.      HYMN. 

.    Steele.  148 

.    Addison.  51 

Cowper.  199 

Onderdonck.  300 

Tr.  by  E-  Caswall.  264 

Doddridge.  215 

Maude.  380 

Watts.  214 

.    Heber.  578 

Doane.  132 

Wesley.  153 

Wesley.  590 

.     Steele.  201 

Steele.  141 

Wesley.  143 

Watts.  518 

Marriott.  529 

Lyte.  573 

.     Doddridge.  467 

Tate  and  Brady.  64 

.    Watts.  556 

//.  K.  White.  581 

.    Watts.  257 

Watts.  23 

.  Bonar.  453 

Bonar.  281 

Newton.  552 

Watts.  345 

.    Watts.  547 

.     Tappan.  98 

Cowper.  439 

Watts.  48 

Doddridge.  559 

Heginbotham.  133 

Merrick.  62 

Montgomery.  23 1 

Hillhouse.  33 1 

Watts.  503 

.    Watts.  76 


539 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 
Uphold  me,  Lord,  too  prone  to  stray 
Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes     . 
Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  . 

Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 
Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 
Welcome,  delightful  morn   . 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest     . 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 
We  praise  Thee,  O  God  (Te  Deum) 
We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died 
What  are  these  in  bright  array 
What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
What  sinners  value,  I  resign 
What  though  downy  slumbers  flee 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God 
When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life 
When  came  in  flesh  the  incarnate  Word 
When  first  o'erwhelmed  with  sin  and  shame 
When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view     . 
When  God  revealed  His  gracious  name 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
When  in  the  hour  of  lonely  woe 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
When  languor  and  disease  invade 
When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere 
When  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land 
When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain 
When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see  . 
When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 
When  overwhelmed  with  grief     . 
When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 
When  shall  I,  Lord,  a  journey  take 
When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 
When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 
When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge    . 
When  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 

540 


AUTHOR.      HYMN. 

Watts.  574 

Lyte.  65 

Watts.  78 

.    Watts.  72 

.  Beddome.  454 

Bowring.  524 

Hay  ward.  218 

.    Watts.  217 

Anon.  358 

Ancient.  8 

Kelly.  1 74 

Montgomery.  604 

Watts.  168 

.     Watts.  374 

Watts.  610 

Doddridge.  268 

Cowper.  387 

Addison.  67 

.      Collyer.  565 

Anstice.  585 

Deck.  286 

.    Grant.  136 

Watts.  294 

.    Watts.  602 

Conder.  442 

.     Watts.  100 

.     Toplady.  447 

Montgomery.  408 

Anon.  539 

H.  K.  White.  130 

Montgomery.  104 

Milman.  436 

Watts.  142 

Addison.  592 

Gill.  323 

Shrubsole.  250 

£dmeston.  223 

Lady  Huntington.  594 

C.  F.  Alexander.  285 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  . 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun    . 

Whilst  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 

Who,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er   . 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends    . 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  Thee 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  king 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day  . 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear   . 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  . 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints  . 


H. 


AUTHOR.      1 

.    Bruce. 
T.  Dwight. 

.       Tate. 

.     Newton. 

M.  Williams. 

Lyte. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

.      '  .    Watts. 

Watts. 

.  Elven. 

Lyte. 

.    Watts. 

Watts. 

Watts. 

Hugh  White. 


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318 

86 
558 
226 
291 
296 
575 
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185 
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328 
220 
118 

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302 


Anon.  522 
Doddridge.  492 
.    Toplady.    433 


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